April
Saturday 28 March 2009 photo 2/2
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The enemy in me,
can not be set free.
It will catch every sight,
and swallow every light.
With anger inside,
on darkness it will ride.
It shows no mercy, though I am it's shell.
It shows no mercy, makes my life a living hell.
Each effort to break it's way,
the more it revanges trough night and day.
It strokes me down and leave me on the floor,
no window in near and no open door.
Just need the strenght to get me on my feet,
only then my enemy I can meet.
The enemy in me,
as I assumed it to be,
is already out, is already free.
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