The present is black
The past is violent
I'll haunt your conscience to guilt
with my silence
Disappearance is nothing; just forgetting who you were , why you came
But staying gone for so long
is how I know I've won the game
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Field Of Darkness
Poetry"And i was in darkness So darkness I became" - Unknown This is the sequel to Field Of Roses. Please keep reading and voting! ♡♡
