When the lights fade out
you are full of doubts.
You are surrounded by darkness
and there is only emptiness.
The night spread out and no angels came to comfort you
the demons lurk whispering the things you should do
I tried to be brave
but now I’m digging my own grave.
All the tears I shed
now finally fade.
-A.G.M
I love Words. They just work in so many ways, they encompass everything. If used correctly they can take you anywhere, show you anything, make you feel enlightened or lighten the load and I could go on and on about the written word.
Work in Progress Mystical Luna Rose.
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