To not know when it shall be awaken, is to the know the bindings of my life.
I can not render the last ounce of sanity I was given, to but yet the utter blackness of my night.
I shall stay where the waters are shallow, to escape where my soul is too deep.
As the darkened day engulfs my pain, I find nothing to ease my dying words.
I am but lost on a road of never ending tears, a sea none the less, that with every drop of blood, a heart beat is skipped.
My breath is beginning to seize, at last I take the hand of the shadow and suddenly I am erased from the life that never was.
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Ashlie Pfeifer
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