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Darkness creeps into the stalking that hang over the ice residing in my chest

I look for answers from a locked chest

And I can't help but think this torture will never rest

My permit to this hell is invisible

like a ghost

It haunts me with it's subtle presense

My reason is tarnished by the scorches of the past

History taps into the bloodstream...less vivid each day

But the emotional chaos memory bank still very much remains

There's no escape

These nights are followed by demons who preach sermons of lies, followed by the blind

we create our own demise, I cannot contrive of logic behind any of this

My heart continues to pound

The result of longing for another experience

My message is insignificant

For it's spoken through pain

Sometimes I feel so heavy with guilt

That I hope for a mental crane

My love speaks only with resistance

After seemingly eternity the same intensity is insisted

Reaching for the sun only to realize it's too high, not too hot

I sigh, and than weep internally, as broken shards fall eternally

There's no might in me left to keep taking steps in this direction

So I will stand alone in silence, and find what scraps are in me

that have yet to be undressed.