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TheseKrimzonFlames

Published: Oct 1, 2008

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Silence,
In a darkened room,
I feel insane
It's over,
And things will never,
Be the same
I know that,
Things will always change
And I know that,
Sometimes I just feel pain
I know that, no-one is...
To blame

Sometimes things are just surreal,
But at least, at least, at least...
I feel

I feel shame,
For the things I've done
And I feel like,
I'm the only one,
Who cares
I feel elated,
That I have survived,
When yet another,
Piece of me has died
And I know that,
I long for you still
But at least, at least, at least,
I feel

Recrimination,
Holding me hostage,
Driving through my brain
Self defamation,
Coming from me,
The words seem so strange
I know that,
Some things just are
And I know that,
They leave scars
I know that, I have fallen...
So far

The joy, life from me steals,
But at least, at least, at least...
I feel

I feel purpose,
To start again
And I feel like,
Maybe I'll win,
Next time
I feel harried,
And I feel worn
An old life has died,
And a new one is born
And I know that,
I long for you still,
But at least, at least, at least
I feel

jlp October 1, 2008-Revised February 27, 2009

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