12th night of Isolation


How strange it is that whenever I want to hear my own soul, I simply hop onto Sabrina’s blog. She’s beyond awesome!

Sabrina Mazzora

breath … my breath wakes me up in the night joined in the dance with uncalm heart … frozen by fear … with every drop of darkness, it is fed …  and I wait in silence …
I wait for the footsteps, I wait … for I know it is out there …
it is just a matter of time when it will decide to take my nights and days and turn them into dust … when it will turn out the light of my future and I will be left forever to wander through hallways of my past … kissing my loved ones …
to imprison me into chambers of the horror of living dead … with nothing in my eyes but past … with nothing in my eyes …
and every sound is its pimp … I know it is out there, it waits in front of the…

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