Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Id

We're insecure
we're entrenched and want to care
for the silent, violent monsters in the night

We're unsure
we're displaced and unaware
that these beasts won't go down without a fight

We feel fleeting,
we're still awake,
escaping sharp, dark, icy fears and fiends

We steal feelings
claw at eyes, bite at ears,
tear away tiny, lifeless shreds, then leave

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