I...
almost got lost
in darkness
despite knowing
the craving to face...
the truth.
He lived in me.
HE almost consumed me.
Once again,
I let myself
drown into darkness.
Not to be corrupt by it,
but to put an end in him.
I slumbered into darkness
to find him.
To find and **** him!
My other side.
The other me who
is a maniac of pain
and sadness.
A manifestation of
sadness.
Of deep anger!
The negative.
The hopeless...
Or the many more
words that
darkness could offer.
I...
bid farewell
to the lost.
To him...
To Brent.
Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 8:01 PM UTC
I...
almost got lost
in darkness
despite knowing
the craving to face...
the truth.
He lived in me.
HE almost consumed me.
Once again,
I let myself
drown into darkness.
Not to be corrupt by it,
but to put an end in him.
I slumbered into darkness
to find him.
To find and **** him!
My other side.
The other me who
is a maniac of pain
and sadness.
A manifestation of
sadness.
Of deep anger!
The negative.
The hopeless...
Or the many more
words that
darkness could offer.
I...
bid farewell
to the lost.
To him...
To Brent.
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