Dance of the darkness never suprised me
The darkness was always there in forms so unique, in the blackness of the clouds, in my morning coffee.
But this darkness is within me.
The demon stares in my eyes, sleeps beside me.
It's teeth like swords cutting my spirit my soul.
Scratching my will, my Destiny
It becomes a whirlphool of the mistakes of the past, forming streams and sleeps within me.
It is like my sight has formed galaxies to show me the light
Even in the littlest forms of stars
I see the bright stars and find my hope within me.
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Un-mirroring
PoetrySometimes loneliness is a blessing in disguise. Or so she thought.
