my fiend you fall agin in the web of a complex being
you twist and turn,and the treads get tighter
you can hardly breath..and you suffer
you grab my hand and i fall to,but suffer i do not
i am strong and myself do i protect.
i could help you but you must help your self
so i watch...amused you might say
as you thrash and turn ans blood begins to spray
then the darkness sweeps you away and i am...alone at last
*based on a dream*
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"The soul which has no fixed purpose in life is lost; to be everywhere, is to be nowhere."
-Michel de Montaigne
-Michel de Montaigne
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