Horror makes me laugh
You can not write a demon
Worse than what I've faced
I've seen time stand still
Stared into Hell's dark abyss
Rescued by a friend
And so now I know
That everything is precious
Even bad days good
Each tick of the clock
An individual joy
That won't come again
So thrill me with death
Write of wanton destruction
I'm stronger than that
I can read knowing
I'm safe in the here and now
As I choose to be
Thursday, January 05, 2012
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