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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 can’t 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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