I can not remember why these lines found themselves onto paper, yet here they are.
Through the Looking Glass I Gaze
finding pieces scattered 'round
liquid shards of torment
waiting to swallow me whole
sleep will not come
thoughts race around
is there no end?
fearing the night
not fear of darkness
nay darkness nurtures...
but fear of the thoughts
the nightmares that come
whenever I close my eyes
- 16 December 2005
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