Wednesday, November 15, 2006
The Fight
He rears his ugly head, that ancient one. Buried since time begotten, deep within my heart of hearts. Many times we have engaged this demon; flying tackles and jedi mind tricks. Weariness fills the soul as fatigue washes over me. In triumph, he burst free, a mind lock I shrieked. Awhile, by the cloister walls he stood, with tears that wont fall, the tears that wont cleanse, the tears that burns and the lurking pain that is still without.
What if i stumble, what if i fall....
What if i stumble, what if i fall....
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