xeroxA Chapter by joshua deathdealer08/2011 (Blood type B: Installment Two)I have tasted the fairy tales, drained from unaccommodating occupants as shots ring out in the night air bodies drop to quench our thirst I have watched their befuddled demons echo, mirrored on their dying faces reaching out and weighing me down desperate to pull me into their early hell It's just the same old story, over and over again days turn into years, tears dry into fears my vile hands drag across this ageless photograph that vaguely reminds me of a life hopelessly lost bartered away for vanity and immortality there is nothing new underneath the sun even the wonder and excitement of life that pushes your feet seemingly forward toward the only thing that is truly certain graves are full of the hopeful © 2013 joshua deathdealerAuthor's NoteFeatured Review
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StatsAuthorjoshua deathdealerCasket City, FLAbout"My trepidation of things past is not a song with a beginning, middle and end. But an endless symphony playing infinite variations on the same theme. One day of sadness fades into another and the .. more..Writing
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