An Individual
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Opacity of the night
Perturbed, unfurls
To a seldom sight
The darkening curls
Around the disturbed soul
Who cries out in whole
Why do I exist?
Awaits an ail
To lift the fatal veil
Echoes in the mist
To no avail
Lost in the abyss
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