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Slipping, my grip rapidly looses hold,
with thoughts of you slipping through my hands.
Darkness, slowly beginning to encase me,
hastening its death-grip on my loose soul.
Escape, the only thing running through my mind,
The Light, Your Light, I quickly begin to try to find.
I look around, staring deep into the deep abyss.
I feel nothing, I see nothing, I become nothing.
I try to resist my master’s newly found grip,
But His hand strangles me, and makes me obey.
Outside, I feel nothing. Inside, I continue to try to resist,
Yet no matter how hard I try, I fail.
“You can’t resist, my slave” he tells me,
Before striking me down with his might.
I slowly look around, still surrounded by darkness,
Hate beginning to form in my heart for my master’s person.
I try to strike back, yet I’m chained to memories,
My memories, of the people who hurt me in past times.
 xXx_Onii-san_xXx · Thu May 24, 2007 @ 11:42am · 7 Comments |
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