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Everlasting sun cast
red shadows over the horison,
deserted, abandoned, isolated horizon.
a desert of my soul.

As i walk,
the sand begins to change,
and blue tears of heaven
start to dissipate.

my eyes fill with tears,
blood tears that roll
burning flesh as they roll
making all past scars

anarchy of sand
starts to escape my sanity,
and a sinister presence emerges from the west.


"It means that we're just dolls. We don't have a clue what's really going down, we just kid ourselves that we're in control of our lives while a paper's thickness away things that would drive us mad if we thought about them for too long play with us, and move us around from room to room, and put us away at night when they're tired, or bored."

From Rose Walker's diary, in Neil Gaiman's SANDMAN #16: "Lost Hearts"

Soul Mood:
Sensory overload:
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