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The dangling fear, that corners my mind and nips the hope

 

that slips through the constant exaggeration of contempt.

 

Imagination that soars like the sounds of mist

 

the distant muse and the look of love.

 

the trivial

 

the discreet

 

The blending of the darkness into the discretion of light

 

Looking at the lost direction in contempt of loosing it

 

As the drip of vengeance clouds the light

 

The sleeks of darkness clouds my mind

 

As the red glimpses of brilliances peak through

 

The mind wanders through the dark glimpses of misfortune

 

The grudge that is hollering

 

My heart says I don



Current Mood: Worried
Current Music: vindicated-DASHBOARD CONFESSIONAL