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You say that I've had an easy life,
but you haven't seen the torment that's raked its way across my soul. You haven't seen the bags that have hung themselves under my eyes, and you haven't seen the nights I've cried; The pillows that were stained by the blood of my tears. Like pinpricks of my soul that seeped their way out into the world. Sobbing out under the surrender of my Will. Like a cataphoric euphemism for the broken heart that they preceded, and succeeded. A lantern in the night harboring an empty cause,* swinging from the hinge of its handle creaking in the empty night. |
Copyright ©2007 Ashi Shadow 3/18/07 On Katie
* In the Aristotle sense of 4 causes -- missing all 4.