I walk down the ally of my darkness
I live in it, I suffocate in it,
I drown in it, I dwell in it
There is a kind of death to every story
It is obscure but it still lives
Remnants exist memories of the past
Gathered and re-expressed
Transformed into the heart of the lost
From the endless cycles and spirals
The darkness demands understanding
It demands that we learn
To be molded by it
It is something that you keep
Even while you give it away
Darkness it is a tool you can unfold
That opens doors to your madness
Darkness it is a tool to create circumstances
You must never hoard it
And never give it directly
Or its virtue will be lost.
💀BROKEN187SOUL 💀
Copyright 12-10-15
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