In the darkest corners of my mind, I wander
I wait patiently for the day to come
For a smither of light to enter
The mind is a prison
A prison I hold the keys to
Yet, I wait for the cell to open
For a smither of light to enter
Illuminating the dreams, I locked away
At the very end of the darkest depths
Within the darkest portions of my mind
I wander
Apr 13, 2022
Apr 13, 2022 at 11:26 PM UTC
In the darkest corners of my mind, I wander
I wait patiently for the day to come
For a smither of light to enter
The mind is a prison
A prison I hold the keys to
Yet, I wait for the cell to open
For a smither of light to enter
Illuminating the dreams, I locked away
At the very end of the darkest depths
Within the darkest portions of my mind
I wander
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