you run
in vicious circles
alone, aghast
your fear of
my dreaded bliss
haunts your past
your hollow laughter
freezes my spine and
runs down a chill
it was not me
who stabbed you
i didn't make the kill
What's this all about?
There is a disillusionment that is always lurking beneath the surface, once we start digging. On the surface life is a pretty little ride w...
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far far away.
a chiller.......
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