Idon'treallyknowwhenI

entered in or ifI've ever

reallyleftthiscrowdedtomb,

forin itIwasconcieved

and thereIlearnedto cling

toits colddarkwalls

tillnumbness isallthat

securedme.

Andinthiscrowdedtomb,

darknessoffersitself

like a securityblanketand

togetherwe shudder atthemorninglight

andscreamwith moans nolongersilent

AndIpress myselfdeeperin

thecrevaces and hidebehindits jaggededge

tryingto deflect thebouncing

soundsof agonyand dred

forwhen Itrytosortthem

out,theydevour melikeacideating

awaymyflesh.

SoIprayfordarknessrestored

andthe silentechoes ofthenight

allthewhileknowingI'm buriedalive

inthiscrowdedtomb,

yetthere

isno

stonethat

holdsme.

02/25/2006

Posted on 02/25/2006
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