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Shadows Of The Past [Dec. 3rd, 2004|10:50 pm]
weak_islington
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The day begins,
With a searing pain on the forehead,
It will not subside,
It will not pity its victim.

Everything seems to be in black and white,
As though watching an old drama on TV,
What had once used to be in full-blown technicolor,
Gone like a withering flower on autumn's eve.

I tried calming myself,
That this will all end,
That the ghost of the past will stop haunting me,
But what good does it do?

The melancholy of life,
Slowly sucking away my soul,
I feel so hollow,
Like an empty seashell.

Tangled on the webs of paranoia,
I am slowly entering the invisible asylum,
Trying hard to escape,
But to no avail.

So what am I waiting for now?
Death to claim my worthless soul.
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