The Darkness

April 23, 2011
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Engulfing the mind like a great infection,
a blank dead section.
A desolate wasteland it stays
a place where no color can phase
where no bright beacon can blaze
the darkness keeping a constant haze.
No sunshine can shine through
to a place where birds once flew
until there is nothing left but you
No will left to pursue





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