The dark comes looking and we feel it's best to hide.
Best not to confront the fears, we bury deep inside.
The ones that make us curl up tight, the ones that make us lie.
The secrets we don't tell ourselves, because they make us cry.
The dark comes searching and we think it's best to run.
Best to try and get away, from people we've become.
The ones that always hurt themselves, the ones who don't belong.
The futures we try to avoid, the ones that turn out wrong.
In the end it just won't matter what we try to do.
There's no escaping from the darkness, when it comes for you.
The truth will surface in you whether fight, or hide, or run.
The dark will take you over and you knew that it would come.
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Written in Colour (My Poetry)
PoetryThis book contains my colourful collection of (mostly) rhyming poems. Poetry helped me discover my sense for metre and flow, which led me to songwriting.
