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by Scott Cole Jul 26, 2015 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Deep in the darkness Surrounded by light, Where madness rules The shadows of night, No thought process And no purpose at all, The memories of past Making a night call. My head is full of pain And nightmarish things, You make all my moves By yanking my chains. Where the dark times Has a hold upon you, In the arms of sadness You're broken into. Where the demons within Grow and become strong, For all that they do They can't do no wrong. In the sweet grey matter Where nothing feels right, It consumes your thoughts And keeps you uptight.