Wednesday, December 17, 2014


There is nothing to be said,
So we shall remain quiet.

The horror shall never truly sink it,
For those who know are dead. 

We helpless masochist voyeurs,
Shall forever suffer and endure,
As if this is a weighed virtue. 

If only the memory would fail,
And I wouldn't know myself.

Lies, and hope. 
What's tomorrow worth today? 

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