Darkness sets in
It whispers of all the places I've been,
Torn between what is and what could possibly be.
The darkness sets the veil and I'm too blinded to see,
What is a life blinded by death.
Finding labor in every breath.
How does one find light in a place filled with dark,
When you reminisce every mark.
I looked to the sky and I saw nothing.
I looked down below and I found nothing.
Nothing to keep me ankered, nothing I longed for,
There has got to be more,
And I, I have flirted with death one to many times,
She is the viper beneath these broken wings,
The leviathan within my dreams,
The crimson on a parchment of skin,
She whispers of the damned things I've seen.
One cannot hide from what hides within,
The monster that's bursting at the seams,
I have made a friend of hyde,
And she comes to play every night.
She knows what I've seen.
She knows where I've been.
She is the dark resurrection of me,
And I, I can never be free..
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Poetry#673 in poetry its the lines project... so I thought I'd do a little poem.. Which turned into a series thanks to @KittyHazelnut They may be bad but they keep me from the edge. If can suffer through about half of them you might get to something tha...
