This head, battered against the redened wall
It knows so much of nothing
I wish it gone......this house of pain
I want to feel less of this reign.
I try, I try, I try,........
So unknown. So unwanted.
And so much of why.
Is the darkest corner of a greater love?
A loss of self to that end might grant a tortured peace.
But one of unloneliness.
Do I dare?
Lights have come and gone...
and I stay in the shadows of their pass.
The aware unlighted one....moves on
And i become...........NUMB...
Pertnikoff.
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