Ah but what is life if not complicated, tis a blackened room, dark and forboding, but yet strangely comforting.
Tis a time when we choose our path, though as many know that path is not always clear to see, and is generally harder to follow.
Tis a time when the young are free, and the old, well the old wish.
Sorrow follows love follows pain follows joy, an endless journey crashing on the walls of our soul.
Yet still we try and try to make a life of fun and happiness, and where some succeed so many fail, yet i stand and applaud all of you for at least you try.
I am still in my darkened room, perhaps one day................perhaps.
As darkness falls,
I turn my head,
I close my eyes,
As lifes colour fades,
A teardrop falls,
A pale memory on the horizon.
A sleeping beast, my former life,
Is slipping out of sync.
I fear my dreams,
Slices of death,
Dark, Musty, Old,
Pain, Torment, Rejection.
As worlds collide,
My past, My Present, My future
All churn and press
Clostrophobic, feelings wear on my soul,
I sleep tonight, perhaps I die,
My life is so, perhaps i live.
To die a day, to live a night.
One thing for sure, my soul is damned.
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Wow, that is really deep... are you talking of past experiences???
toxic
We walk together within this darkend world
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