Silent Cruelty

Like a siren calling me to the light, these false truths force my mind to bleed. My bleeding thoughts drip slowly down into my chest causing the illusion of a bleeding heart. This illusion, this mirage is merely a mask on the monster allowing him to walk unseen umong us...

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Indrid Cold
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Joined: 10/19/2009

Poll

How often do you write poetry?
Daily
20%
Weekly
11%
Monthly
2%
When the mood strikes
47%
During stressful or emotional times
13%
Not that frequently
4%
I just like to read poetry
3%
Total votes: 339