Dark thoughts carverd in time
The demons that run through
My mind draw me back into
A place where all is unjust
The place in my head that
Puts my sanity in check
I have fallen back into the
Graces of the darkness again
Where all that lives is already
Dead a living hell where
All is over before it begins
Where everything is dark
And not a glimmer of light
Can make its way through
The cracks of my shell
Days turn into night
The nights turn into days
Seems nothing alive and
Everything is painted gray
It is said black is the absence
Of color but if you
mix all the colors there
Is only black and gray
I wish for something
Bright maybe something new
something found only in you………
inkmaster
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