Proclaimed Distress


fleeting hours
a running savior
anguish in my veins
it remains unchanged
pangs of self-reproach
throbs of hatred
untuned senses
it remains unchanged

consciousness fails me
my mind is deprived
and from the ceiling, i see
a dream uttering to my body
words of exquisite grief
disgust undefined
j'oubli! j'oubli!
et tout est fini.
-cxb, october 3rd 2008

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