There resides here a soul named Often
No more fitting a name could it be
For so often does Often find solace
In the darkness which has him besieged
For although the emotion is torture
There is something his pain cannot hide
There is depth to a soul brought down to its knees
When the hope still within will not die
He’s journeyed each night through the hours
For in sleep, he is slave to the dark
The light founds him restless and weary
Though they both find him tortured of heart
Yet, his passions continue to drive him
To find beauty in madness and pain
For the darkness brings light to the blinded of sight
And the knowledge the fight’s not in vain
Jul 27, 2017
Jul 27, 2017 at 3:25 PM UTC
There resides here a soul named Often
No more fitting a name could it be
For so often does Often find solace
In the darkness which has him besieged
For although the emotion is torture
There is something his pain cannot hide
There is depth to a soul brought down to its knees
When the hope still within will not die
He’s journeyed each night through the hours
For in sleep, he is slave to the dark
The light founds him restless and weary
Though they both find him tortured of heart
Yet, his passions continue to drive him
To find beauty in madness and pain
For the darkness brings light to the blinded of sight
And the knowledge the fight’s not in vain
Diary of the ****** - Chapter 2
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