Array ( [sid] => 184842 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Untitled [time] => 2018-02-05 00:32:44 [hometext] => [bodytext] => These walls are sacred,
here where I lay in solitude,
coating my mind
with toxic glaze,
staring at the void
through smoky haze,
thinking nothing
of the world outside.

My vain sacrifice
come to fruition,
yielding a river
of poisonous slurry;
would leave it/'/s banks
but vision is too blurry
so hear I sit,
holding the oath
I swore to the shadows
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Date: Monday, 5th February 2018 @ 12:32:44 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: nightwolf
These walls are sacred,
here where I lay in solitude,
coating my mind
with toxic glaze,
staring at the void
through smoky haze,
thinking nothing
of the world outside.

My vain sacrifice
come to fruition,
yielding a river
of poisonous slurry;
would leave it/'/s banks
but vision is too blurry
so hear I sit,
holding the oath
I swore to the shadows
of my mind.

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