Zadown Posted January 2, 2005 Report Posted January 2, 2005 The darkness of my dark soul devours me in darkness as I let my dark blood flow from my dark wounds. The dark form of the dark poet, Thanatos' own, languishes on a dark coach, dark wine flowing down into his mouth, like a dark gaping maw of darkest despair, as his dark life blood flows away from him, in the dark. My dark pain fades into the shadowy darkness of bitter, dark death, my only dark salvation.
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