cimmerian dawnA Chapter by joshua deathdealer08/2011 (Blood type B: Installment Six)The snapping sounds of their bones did very little to drown out the ringing of the phone shoved in my pocket the abrupt melody jars me out of my horrific wonderland causing me to pause in the moonlight that glistens off my d i s t o r t e d bloodstained face gasping the harassing device I toss it away like a child would throw an unwanted toy All the things that once were mine have died inside what was just a beautiful dream, I've descended into a cimmerian dawn, a futile place of vanity and monstrosity there will be no crossing over to s o m e w h e r e divine, just an endless existence of solitude and slavery to the manifestation that has taken over within Its a dead new day © 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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