Wednesday, October 13, 2004 

Blind Folded

When the god Cursed me,
Spelled the darkness over me,
Made me blind,
So that I cant see,
Feel the blanket of cold over me,
In the middle of the death,
That ought to be,
Silence Chilling my
marrow,
Horror echoing inside my brain,
The cells, scaling,
The blood burning,
The dreams of those dead meat,
Necrophilliacs creeping into me,
And I can see,
I can feel the tissues shreading,
The screams that dont come out

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