Gothic poetry...Silence
As darkness falls upon this earth I sit in Silence. Knowing the endless suffering lives on. Beyond my naive eyes ,lay the brutality of life which has embalmed me since the day of my birth. As I walk to the gateway of death, I recall the wounds the pierced my childhood years. Knowing they are there forever. Wondering if my death will bring me happiness.
Still I sit in Silence.
Still I sit in Silence.
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