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Wednesday, September 12, 2012


In this walk of life
All is not as it seems
The enemy within
Threatens to take over the dream

By tooth and ragged claw
The demons gain more ground
The peace of solitude
Is no longer safe or sound

Lurking on the frontier
Of a madness universal
Whether I win or lose
Fortunes are not reversal.

Moonlight creeps ever so slow
Yet clearly bears the mark of escape
Embrace its endless depths
And vanish in the night’s wake

© May 12, 2011 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic

NOTE: Written as I battle to maintain a grip on reality after Alison marred my soul with her atrocities and tried to make me out the evil one.

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