Darkness
Surrendering
My soul to the blackness
Tears slipping down my face each time
That I reach out and turn of the bright lights
Pretending to be so happy
yet my reality
Will always be
Darkness
Rictametre-Consists of 9 lines, syllables going 2-4-6-8-10-8-6-4-2 Line 1 and 9 are the same.
