I walk with him, no privacy.
I talk to him, no company.
I show my fears, no sympathy?
I sing with him, no symphony?
He walks with me, I don't care.
He talks to me, I can't hear.
He shows me fears, I don't fear.
He sings so dark, I can't hear.
He is my dark, he is my sin.
He is the dark, he is the sin.
He stays with me, in my darkest times.
He's everywhere, on darkest nights.
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Chaos, Meaning and Poetry
PoetryIf you like weird, chaotic or deep poetry then this book is for you. You can find almost anything here, from Frying fish to Battlefields. Most of the poems are weird, hihi.
