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Fallen
Friday, November 24, 2006
In the meanwhile...
Mood:  on fire
I'm lost.

Thats all I have to say.

It's a compulsion,

this action,

repeated though I have just begun.

It takes my away my solitude,

my loneliness,

for a short while.

Its poisons me,

stripping me of my self-respect,

I know,

but I can't stop--

nothing matters but the weight on my soul,

anchoring me to...

whatever this is.

I prefer to be anchored

than fly loose and free,

my mind always wondering on this act.

What I do is a pale imitation to reality

and I wish for the real thing...

the antidote, not the poison;

the growth, not the destruction;

to bind me, not just anchor me;

to send me into paradise forever.

Posted by ceruleanvamp at 5:32 AM BRT
Updated: Friday, November 24, 2006 6:21 AM BRT
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