sometimes, the darkness fights the light.
Sending tiny little tendrils of filth into what should be sweet and pure.
sometimes, the light is forced to yield.
A corner here. A soul there.
sometimes, the darkness grows.
Enveloping all that once was good and welcoming.
Consuming.
sometimes, the light aches.
Every move and thought tears it apart.
No quarter asked; no quarter given.
sometimes, the darkness wins.
And I am forced to cower,
and pray for dawn.
Aug 19, 2011
Aug 19, 2011 at 11:42 AM UTC
sometimes, the darkness fights the light.
Sending tiny little tendrils of filth into what should be sweet and pure.
sometimes, the light is forced to yield.
A corner here. A soul there.
sometimes, the darkness grows.
Enveloping all that once was good and welcoming.
Consuming.
sometimes, the light aches.
Every move and thought tears it apart.
No quarter asked; no quarter given.
sometimes, the darkness wins.
And I am forced to cower,
and pray for dawn.
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