DARKNESS IS COMING
The day of darkness are coming, it's all so clear,
They will take our emotions and our fear.
Nothing will be perfect nothing will be right,
In this journey of darkness and In this darkness night.
The imagination will give us more years of blood,
Everything dark in this world will become fool.
The silence at certain point will become loud,
Darkness is my shield and it is my proud.
I'm riding alone in what we called a living night,
For once, it has revealed life's true the mighty light.
I'm alone, in the darkness hour of this perfect rarity,
We are here lost in the dark in this wild insanity.
No pictures need here in this empty room now or ever,
In darkness weird imagination could be with you forever.
Life is on balance and unclean here,
But neither dirty, uncertain and nor clear.
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