Saturday, June 25, 2011

Losing It

Screaming silently a ghost of a shell.
My soul cries out "When will I die!?"
Let go the darkness inside.
It screams my name and the light dies.
Tears of crystal shivering hot.
Losing it
Losing it
Shades of sorrow.
Kill the silver.
Let it go.
Shivering like a junkie
Losing my voice
Losing my mind
Wishing I were dead...
Gone
Gone Gone
I'm not there
I'm not here
Please, someone help me.
The madness of my rants can't compare to the echo of my screams.

A.J. Downey
09-13-1999

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