Battle Of The Pscyhe

by Briana   Jul 21, 2006


A scheme forced in a scene of optimism
A light sound unheard flutters out of reach
As the weakness strikes down my pride
As my thoughts drift into the atmosphere

A reflection of mine fading to grayscale
An eye peering through all held within
As whispers of demons discourage
As hope slowly collapses in silence

A coating of energy and passion
An inevitable fall following after
As comfort takes a long vacation
As the emotions go into combat

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