Saturday, October 4, 2014

Cherophobia

To the shores of dismay or get lost in the waves
Into the fierce night or the blinding light
Choices unbound but I need no rescue
I love this ridiculed self that I once tried to fight 

Concealed under the lustrous sepulchre 
Is a melancholic sadistic catacomb
A comfortable hideout I seek for myself
It's here I desire to lie under the tomb

No hope I search for, and help I rebut
Care I loathe and love is hostile
Seep into the depths of this mayhem I long
Let me rest in peace for a while 



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