Oh, how I was wrong To think the Dark Days could be counted They seemingly go on and on The present moment always gone My thoughts chasing aching memories That trickle to my chest cavity Reflection Reflection Reflection Oh, to stop the madness Takes the will to be reborn
Tag: soul
A Dark Awakening (Poem)
My former self and IWept as we said goodbyeHer magnetism began to fadeAlong with old habits she had madeAnd when I stepped out of her broken shellThe anguish was deeper than Dante’s hellA darkness consumed each synapse of thoughtThe tears of clarity had begun to wroughtI see more clearly where deception had defeated meI see…
Letters to Sitarra 