Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Impure

If I don't blink, I see through everything.

To quench the thirst, a sanctified poison.

I'll remember the taste of water on my lips.

Smoke fills the air, can it numb despair?-

Are you here to help me die?

Watch me feast upon the wind of a cold night sky.

Not humanity's redemption... but a cancer of the soul?

I am not your disease. You are mine.

You can't cure me. So try to kill me. There's only one way to make sure.

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