Sunday, August 10, 2008

The Monster Grows

An asylum that strips off sanity to the very last bit.

Torturous… dull-wittedly evil

I vow to be free

Time has succeeded in plunging it deep

An abyss not known to many that existed

Into my heart, eating it away.

I live through my seeds and my roots,

In drought, I shall live

A miracle I’ll prove to be

And I shall be free.

Free..

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