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a gentle whispers of defeat
She calls me from a distance
Her faint voice pieces,
The air fills with tension
A hunting memory an ever lasting vision
Looking in the darkness she holds up a candle to light my way
Angels above her beckons me to come forth as the light begins to sway
Calling me becoming me I can not turn off to another path
The candle burns brighter then it has ever done before
The tunnel has left my view
The egg shells that I walk upon have started to crack
The voice I hear so clear sends shivers down my back
I pick up the stitches and tie them back in to a bow
Cutting this cord to let her go
Away from the light that I hold so dear
Away toward the darkness where for so long now I held fear
Head in my hands collecting salt
Closing in around me, while the cracks in the walls come to a halt
Light dims the path falls from my feet
As I drift to the ground screaming out my defeat
Last edited by Abintra : 18-05-2014 at 12:09 AM.
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It became like a sort of prison. Encased in a silver shell, words so full of bleeding need spilled like drops on dry leaves. And all the while laughter prevailed a long way from here. Nowhere land, nowhere time, nowhere space.
