Sunday, January 24, 2010

In Pieces

I lay before you.
that open figure
that trust might not disfigure.
I asked.
Open doors and hearts have now been closed forever. 
Live not in regret.
But retract.
Pull back, believe.
in nothing.
retreat into sweet oblivion. 
My pact.
    Let the darkness take me.
    Feels so good.
    Life without meaning.
    In tact.

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