Delirium

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Saturday, November 2012

Absolute misery taints the skies
a spectrum of color in various shades of black and white
and she sits alone on the cold hardwood mahogany
tears falling in an endless respite
even after all these copious hours
of pulling her hairs out in maelstrom
her thoughts fade away into the darkness like a battle begun in the aftermath of war.

>>k.l