Riddles of the mind, riddles of the heart.Sympathy is blind, but i guess it's a start.
Dreary windows of a soul tainted, left so impure.Is it possible for a demon to be sainted? I'm not really sure.
Impulsive actions and agony seems to be the toll.Drenched and weary, destruction of my very soul.
Discontent with all the masks that I use, to cover the real me.I'm pitiful in this darkness, yet I can't seem to flee.
I can't escape this vile place, deep within.So I wait in this darkness, for my soul to feel somewhat complete again.
Very lovly poem I?? understant it too because everyone has been in the dark at one point or another
Awesome poem, i can so relate to your pain, or darkness! Always remember the darkness cannot stay forever, there is a light somewhere down that road!
Mabe darkness is the key to makeing us wholle again? I st times think so.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Bravo! That was Nice!