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I’ve always been a child of light Now nothing but darkness, Is stalking within my shadows Leaving me with an unpredictable life Still… And always… Been a leader.
Talk to me about the darkness inside of you, I'm here to listen, I understand, I really do... Maybe I could help you decide what to do, I just want to get some of my pain out too.
For dreams never dreamed. And hopes never kept. And love never gleamed. And tears never wept. We fight for this all. And lay in our graves. We fight and we fall. For truth never saves.
The sickness crept in. Into my mind so cold. It lay dormant and still. Taking an invisible hold. It remained stagnant. I was unaware of it's grasp. Until it was too late. I panic and gasp.
Nails for breakfast, Tacks for snacks, Knives and scissors, Behind my back, Make the mundane A sharpened charade, Metaphorical pain, Self-harm of my self-worth, I'm all give and I've Pretty much...
Push, pull Need, don't want You like this smile. But the tears, they haunt... It's dark in here, But don't turn on the light, I need to rest, Let it's grip become my plight.
Please read I'm a chameleon first then this second xx Ok so you know I'm a Chameleon, I can change from spots to stripes. You see sometimes this chameleon always nice.
It starts..... a simple thought that grows and expands like a tumour that eats through my hand But slips ....
It's as if the world is hidden. Under a thick sheet of grey. The blue sky has gone,. All the colors faded away. And the music no longer plays. It was the epitome of happiness, fun and free.
Why am I feeling low happy faces all around me Is it they can't see The dark and silence inside of me .
The confusion Descends like a mist Suffocates my subconscious My minds in a twist The haze It's grip is so tight I try to be free of it As much as I fight Dark steps Lead down, to a sad place If I...
The walled garden and the empty overgrown lake. Your eyes flutter as you gently drift awake. The owl and the cockerel call to the moon. Fear not dear one sleep will find you again soon.
Turning. Around. Shadows. Are. There. Running. Quicker. Without. A. Care. Tripping. Falling. Scraping. Scabbing. Knees. Turn. From. Clean. To. Black. Tears. Come. Streaming. Down. Nothing. I. Can. Do.
A dark twin in the light, Disappears at night. Does the moon have its own. No, it's always dark, always alone. I like to talk to mine, Just to ask if it is fine. But it's rare I get a reply...
I want to write, but words are so far away. While my thoughts are overflowing, taking control of me. You don't know my happiness because its not even there. I'm alone, no one seems to care.
You have your hands. outstretched in the dark,. Behind the spark of soulless eyes,. The door. inside your mind,. Died along with the flames in your eyes,. Left carved. into a world of lies,.
I hate feeling like this. Spent my life trying to hide it. But all I can do is remember. Remember you calling my name. No,. You will never walk alone. Again. When. The darkness falls on you.
A bloodcurdling sound cracks through the night,. A piercing howl, a dreadful sight,. Beast so pure, blood running through,. The dark side is cold, but awfully true,.
Insides diminished,. Standing at the starting line,. Not looking back, heading for the finish,. Spilling what's already half empty,. Can't bleed,. there's not much left,.
By now I've grown to like the darkness. Full of mystery, full of beauty. Surrounded by pure blackness, invisibility. Once my greatest fear, has now become my savior. What I once hated I now adore.
There is a veil of tears, A discomforting morbid shroud. It shadows the light within me, So I may not shine in the crowd. I wear a cloak of loneliness, It's fabric formed from pain.
I'm posting it to YouTube Monday sometime now that I've finished the piano :). Twice upon a time. There was a little girl like me. Seeming so sweet and cute. Happy as can be. Smiled everyday.
Coming down. from reality's edge,. Your innocence. you pledge,. Stepping away. from the ledge,. There's got to be. a better way,. Fingers down your throat,. Intricate work. gone up in smoke,.
It started with a heartbeat. We learned, early in life, that our heart beats, and that if it stopped, we would perish. Childhood was simple. Correct.