i wrote this the other night when i couldnt sleep and i was reluctant about posting it, but someone – you know who u are – convinced me to. I have this recurring dream that worries me slightly. in it, im sitting on te edge of a bathtub with a razor blade in my hand.… Continue reading Oblivion
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Nights Of Winter
With darkened beauty the cold heavens shine Under moonlight, where the hideous shadows dine Feeding on the crevices of our reddish, worn throats As winds wail endlessly with their shrieks of icy notes