I can feel it, that desperate quietness, permeating my soul
it seizes me in those empty hours of reflection
the silence is poisionous, toxic in its contents
casting shadows against the walls of my indifference
Guttered and broken, sounds of lonliness makes silence
that screams my desire to be released from this dreamer's disease
Tell me I'm not dead to the world even as my spirit evaporates
into colors of numbing and desperate quietness
marjorie
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c
l eslie 01/17/09

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