Dark

by UnhealthyExpectations   Apr 13, 2010


Windows to the soul
But the lights turned off
The darkness is seeping
Spreading
To weak to fight it off
Pulling me down
No sight or smell or touch
Darkness closing in
Pushing and pulling
Do i surrender
Why should i fight
Struggling to remember
No sun, No light
Curtain falls
Finale

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