Friday, December 28, 2012

Madness

Lost in your madness,
what still remains?
There's the door - staring me down
How will it open?
And will I struggle to survive?

I saw it in red,
I saw it in blue,
I saw it with you,
now I see it alone.
I'm dead in the dark,
the smallest light blinding.

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