As I lay my soul to rest
watching the opaque night,
I drift unconsciously into the dark
where there seemed to be no hope.. no light.
Words were empty, like barren land,
conjuring an oasis in its midst
the world fading slowly;
as I take one last look at my bloodied wrist.
Images of my life
spontaneously flashed by
and I started hearing all the laughter...
all the shrieks and cries.
Everything my life was made of
and their twisting turns;
the agony brought upon itself
like the pain brought by thorns.
And as I lay my soul to rest
watching the opaque night,
I walk towards the gates of Pandemonium...
away from redemption.. away from the light.
written on the 28th of May 2010/00:31 PPST/Phnom Penh
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