Thursday, January 13, 2011

When I see her my blood burns and pulsates as if the venom from a viper is streamming faster and faster rasing to my heart.

The moster in side overwhelms my thoughts, if not for the eternal love it would consume ever faset of my extence.

How much humanity I have left in this empty shell. My skin may be as hard as marble or stone but my soul is a fragile as and egg left alone.

greg miller

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