Tuesday, Aug. 03, 2010 - 19:36
the scream keeps returning and returning. it's silent but it tears apart my insides and erupts at the faintest sign of ill response, no response, and silence. it's a reflection of the moon, of walls, a vampire in the sun. it bites the core of my being and i bleed out the words i could sing, the love i could make, the eyes i could give.
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