Thursday, May 22, 2014

Loba

Out of something too decayed 
Blackened, crumbling
In that aged and splintering silence
The night shined her skies
With their exploding constants
Now there's a light
That showcases this greed
An addiction that fuels itself
In the darkest hours 
It's where I lay in this 
Where I only take and take 
Because it's illuminated and I 
Grew so tired with the cold 

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