Tuesday, 23 December 2008

• Currently Potter's Field By 12 Stones Shadows see related

  
  THE DARK PASSENGER
  
  It calls out to me, The darkness within,
  When all hath spurned me, It welcomes me in.
  Steadily it grows, Feeding on my fears,
  Fertilized with rage, Watered by my tears.
  Whispered instructions, An escape, it seems,
  Attacks of panic, Suicidal dreams.
  Hunger for pain, So alive I can feel,
  No shaking it loose, A grip of steel.
  Quaking of limbs, Cold sweat on my brow,
  Once a part of me, It is my master now.
  
  

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