Tormented by a madness
So vaguely planed
That even I
Cannot understand

For seething deep
Within my soul
Are destructive forces
I must withhold

Fantastic dreams
That sear my mind
Like being God
And stopping time

Oh life
If there's no inward peace
For such as I
Who seek relief

Then beckon death
Whose silent wings
Will set me free
And erase all pain

By MackElhannon

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Comment by Edie Antoinette on June 27, 2008 at 7:31am
Another poignant masterpiece...

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