Thursday, 8 November 2007

Eye-Scream

Perpetual cerebral attacks
Where bright and dark coagulate
The truth mixed with poison
Pulsating through my veins

Like David and Bathsheba
Uncontrolled lingering eyes
Words left unspoken
3 silent deaths each day

Existence of my tormented soul
Promises made then broken
Deceitful heart, ensnared by sin
I long freedom within

Temporary sweet sensation
But for a fleeting moment
Death is its end, yet I'm still here
Please Lord, kill my addiction

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