The wind roars against my ears,
whistling in the tunnel of stone that I am falling in.
I have been falling forever,
occasionally bashing and ramming
into outcropping rocks.
I try to hold on,
to find a place to grab onto
and stop my descent.
But the gravity of my sins is too strong
and the pain too much
so I let go.
And continue to fall into eternity.
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When The Blood Ran Black
PoetryWhen my demon decided it wanted out, there was nothing I could do to stop it. I could only watch as bloodied claws pierced my skin and shadows leaked through my eyes in black teardrops. It wanted out, and I was content to let it roam. >>>&g...
