Sunday, December 9, 2007

Spots

The spots are always there
they never leave
never fade
there stuck in my thoughts
like a g. damn parade
overtaking my mind
my body
my soul
I no longer can run
I could never hide
I'm being eaten away
distroyed
nothing is left of me inside
beaten to death
blinded by the unseen
I'm going piece by piece
there will soon be nothing left of me

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