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Madness
This thing called madness
eats away at my body
like maggots on a death skull
I have no silence from my screams
that linger within my head.
From the first rays of light
I reject my day -
oh this wanton day of mine
now I only find one consolation
which sleep brings me
Silence...
B...
Copywriter UK 2006
See authors stories on>>http://storypen.com/fromtheheart1
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