Darkness

by Braeden Monks   Dec 10, 2006


So the pain draws to an end
The hate is heaven sent
The darkness worries me so much
It's as if you don't need any luck
To make through an empty night
Of dismay and empty light
The souls creep in on your imagination
The hand trembles but reminds at the same station
Don't worry about the blood dripping from your nose
The pain you feel only god knows
Run from a world you cannot control
And your heart gets smaller as it folds
Your eyes close and it sets in
Slightly you realize there is no end

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