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Nov. 7th, 2006 09:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
siren_echoesAn echo sings in my mind like shards of ice through the veins. "Burn me once, shame on you. Burn me twice, shame on me..." For shame, for shame. My blackened corpse still dances in the furnace flame.
Do I long for death? Death is but a doorway. I would sleep, to dream of wounds torn anew and scorched souls writhing against the carnage of a rent sky, laughing and laughing and laughing because they have no tears left to cry.
No.
Oblivion. I long for oblivion.
Do I long for death? Death is but a doorway. I would sleep, to dream of wounds torn anew and scorched souls writhing against the carnage of a rent sky, laughing and laughing and laughing because they have no tears left to cry.
No.
Oblivion. I long for oblivion.