Mockingjay

Monday, February 6, 2012

Given up

The soft echo of tears,
Hang in the air,
And keep ringing in my ears,
The aura of despair.

The magnetic hopelessness,
That clings to me,
I try to fight back,
Oh so desperately.

Till it brings you oblivion,
This life shall you endure,
The eternal sleep that awaits,
Is nothing but a lure.

To mislead and misguide,
All those who live,
Tossed into the pits of hell,
Toxic fumes is what you shall breathe.

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