Treasure Island

Dawn Lambert

(feb 21 1997 / Hawaii)

Darkest Hour


Walking up
Not time to get up
Waking up
Not time
Cloudy day
Makes you wanna kill
Build it in
In till the full moon
Hold it in
Doesn't work
The formation coming
You have change
Sake up again
Bloody mess around you
Don't no what to do
Walk home naked
It's what you do
Getting over

The latest darkness hour

Submitted: Tuesday, January 01, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, November 13, 2013
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When I had a hobby of reading paranormal.

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  • Sandy Player (1/3/2013 12:29:00 PM)

    Holding back that light that shows our filthiness. Keeping the darkness I assume? I'm not too clear on it. : s (Report) Reply

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