Azcool (azcool) wrote,
Azcool
azcool

Dootle...

In hollow, empty dreams I find the echo of what was; A shadow of who I used to be. In tear lit darkness I morn that which was lost. Silent sobs surround my swollen heart. Throbbing, pounding, ever wrenching, my heart forces life through my veins.

Strange, the power of words. They can create vision, they can establish fear. Words can bring joy and hope and they cause great pain. Simple words. spoken or read is the effect any different, any less potent? Perhaps, perhaps not.
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