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Blinding needles pushing out through eyes of red
Chocking sand gagging down into hells blackness
Puking goodness to be replaced by evil sluts of hell
Flashing thoughts of rushing rivers of blood
Waking nightmares curdled brains
Lines drawn in the sand of hope
Pain coming never going always coming
Hands on flames of lust beyond reason
Love hopelessly flying into the sky of dung
Mindless regard to human needs
Slurring words of lost reminders
Flowers bursting into flurries of dust
Wishing only for the pure black of quite
Dead over around near always looking
Time passing without speed
Only pain...

Robert Hayden Pursell
19 March 2007

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