Friday, December 31, 2010


The blackness is creeping
I can feel it at my edge
The question is not if but when
I'll topple over the ledge

And so I'll smile
Like a Burton creation
My zombie like movements
Mimic those of claymation

Walk with me
Keep the clouds at bay
Positive thoughts
Keep the storms away

Love surrounds me
My armor is in place
Like a curled up armadillo
I'm ready for what I have to face.
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