Tuesday, April 8, 2008

Unconscious

What is there to say? Darkness grasps onto mountains of pain, drenching their majesty in solid slumber. Wars of air and gravity fight in the depths of my lungs, inhale, exhale, sword in, sword out. My mind searches, trying to focus the picture in pin pricks of light. I am captured, encapsulated within my own defenses, in silence I fury, unconscious I fight.

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