Tuesday, October 15, 2013

In Silence

Repression has a way of silencing one's deepest thoughts.
Like the violation of a child,
the stealing of one's innocence
in the measured span of an hour.
Endure the pain of unfulfilled passions and secrets
wanting to overflow from one's lips.
The darkness of desires corrupts the mind and soul
Reaching out to be satisfied but stopped
at every single step.
Come and drink from this sinful decadence.
An implosion of corruption burns
in my very core.


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