The boy who fell in love with the dark
Had a soul with a lost spark.
He had left the world with a mark
And everyone with a mind as pure as a park.
Where ever he went, everything seemed old,
And whatever he saw, he was sold.
He was always told, to hold on to what was gold,
And his words were the most bold.
When the sky would turn blue,
And nobody had a clue,
Thoughts and memories would stick like glue,
And still, nobody knew.
The light would bring him pain,
And would plant something evil inside his brain,
As the city would be drowned by the rain, And everything would be washed down the drain.
When the lack of light and sight during the night,
Would never bring him fright,
He would think of a flight and would sit tight,
But it might never go right.
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Projections Of The Mind
Acakpoems about love, life and other things alike written by me. inspired by the love, happiness, fear and pain. all from my head to paper to your screens. all originally original. it gets better over time.
