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I stand alone in a long black hallway. The only sound is the whispering wind. The only things to see are the silhouettes of the people that blow throughout my mind. The beautiful people, made for each other, and none for me. Once in awhile a voice will speak into my mind, words of false hopes, and dying light. And then there are the few who stop to stare. they step out of there busy lives, to ask my if I am okay. Slowly I raise my head, and look into there bright eyes. My cold dead eyes draining there life by even looking at them. Our eyes lock for a fraction of a second then they toss some pity my way, and run back to there lives. Leaving me alone to survive on nothing but broken promises. I know I cant join them, I watch them walk past, wishing to get up and join there ranks. Wanting so bad to take my place among the surviving, but knowing my legs are to weak from crucifixion. Broken down and dying, I gaze out the window of my soul, into a world I wish was real. and wish that your path could lead out into it as well. But knowing that you would never wish to live in a world so curupted by me. And so I weep soflty, into my hands, stainded by so much blood. And I am horoified to find that it is my own, running from my wrists, into my mouth, and on my own blood I choke and die. Quoth the raven nevermore. | |
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