Bad Habit ( Oct. 27, 2009 )

As the crystal clear ice drops descend from my eyes, I feel the rush of my veins turning black. 
My heartbeats beginning to seize, and my hope beginning to die. 
The habit has taken my immortal soul.
 I am now left with nothing but the shattered pieces that was once my life.
I fell numb as I lay under the willow tree.
To say good bye to the whispering winds , I take my last breath - 

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