Tuesday, January 24, 2017


Hope that a new day will bring joy passed long ago.
Dreams are simply just painful reprisals of memories best left dead.
As the nights yield a perpetual hell of unending sadness,
She arises to yet another day filled with the same apathy.
As the days grow longer her heart grows colder.
She is her own alpha and omega.
She is the darkness and the light.

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