Darkness washes over me
like the unrelenting tides.
As I struggle to rise above it
I open my mouth to cry for help.
But the darkness pours inside,
like water into a drowning man,
cutting off all hope of salvation.
mkt
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 9:05 AM UTC
Darkness washes over me
like the unrelenting tides.
As I struggle to rise above it
I open my mouth to cry for help.
But the darkness pours inside,
like water into a drowning man,
cutting off all hope of salvation.
mkt
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