Decay


A heart that's lonely is like an old, decaying piece of wood..
The neglect becomes the moss..
The hollow, watery darkness threatens to devour us slowly and steadily with each passing moment, bit by bit, till nothing but darkness remains..
And we sit there witnessing it's every move paralyzed by the demons that come to haunt us until we murder ourselves......




Words by karmic justice
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Written on 2010-06-27 at 20:19

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