Dark Meanderings

May 14, 2006

Virtuous vices
Make me bleed
Bite me, hate me
Hurt recede

Riding on the
Racing steed
Dark horsemen
Take me, I plead

Fear of death
Washed away
Numb sensations
Make me stay

Gentle chaos
Floods the day
Turn your back
Find the way

Type: Poetry

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