They begin tumbling through my head,
Unfinished thoughts,
Random memories,
Words that sting,
Scars that bled,
Now crusted over,
With thin ice,
Delicately volatile,
Sharp edges that glint,
Palely in the darkness,
Of a mind long twisted,
From days of endless fury,
And frustrations,
To nights of self-mutilations,
Drifting through the haze,
Speeding through life,
As I lay me down to sleep,
I pray my soul no longer has to weep.
~Rei Shiori
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