the ghosts have come to redeem the past
when i won battles by mere ignorance
now the ghosts have come
and ignorance has become too old a trick
a lonely war
this war is my own against my demons
so the knife becomes a friend
a white flag by the slit of my wrists
and i wish to bleed
let the numbness replace this heavy pain
free me from the chains
of my living hell
Saturday, March 27, 2010
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