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by Sam Richards Jan 30, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / other
The land where darkness reigns The atmosphere breaths passion Poets and prophets are deafening Powerful eyes are staring I hardly recognised before My hoping captor Now those inhibitions are gone Stockholm syndrome holds As I detach myself From the manic attractions I find it hard to contemplate My true meaning to my meaning of life Splitting hyper life lessons Are all that I can hear The population copy and move violently To me this is set aside This land full of soul and heat Is as black as night Without my starlight It’s as black as death I can only hope that My unaware liberator will return Bringing all their power and life And inject it into me