every morning I wake up cold, and it's dark outside.
tears are streaming down my face, it's dark outside.
the nightmare comes again, and it's dark outside.
I cry again, because it's dark outside.
it's cold, and it's dark outside.
terror, from the dark outside.
fear the dark outside.
the dark outside
dark outside
outside
inside
help me get away from the dark inside.
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Pulvis et Umbra
Poetrywe write our stories on the silver black clear canvasses of our lives these are my stories i build them so you can relate and perhaps we won't be so alone *** "I really love these poems. They help me find myself in worlds where there is no one lef...
