Black figments flitting in the corners of my mind.
Shadows fluttering and swelling on the winds of memory, pressing and closing about me.
Darkness, blinding and choking the light I struggled to gain.
I see blinding light, shredding shadow and opening the world, saving me from myself.
Your eyes.
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 6:26 PM UTC
Black figments flitting in the corners of my mind.
Shadows fluttering and swelling on the winds of memory, pressing and closing about me.
Darkness, blinding and choking the light I struggled to gain.
I see blinding light, shredding shadow and opening the world, saving me from myself.
Your eyes.
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