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Sunday, 5 August 2012

Burnt & Broken

A storm is engulfing the moonlit sky
The raindrops are round yet sharp
Hurting my paralyzed forlorn soul;
I see a distant death around me
And I desire it as much as life.
I am too cold for the human warmth 
On the edge, I want to be buried,
And want not to hear myself again.
No weapons can kill me anymore
And soon I would be scavenged
A dirty death, a painful dilemma
I can see it but can't allure it enough.