Monday, December 27, 2010

The vicious cycle



I have been here before, they look so frighteningly familiar,

the blood stained walls, the echoing shrieks and the dark alleys.

I have fallen, been struck down and at times been wounded,

and rolled down the slopes of treacherous and timeless valleys.

As the darkness descends and shuts the doors of hope,

I lie there in agony in a sticky pool of my blood old and new.

Waiting for the eerie shadows to dissolve as the old clock ticks,

because I know with the dawn will rise another you.




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