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Darkness, shadows They've never been his foes Lurking around as he goes Even to his death it follows What's that thing with no nose? Nobody ever knows But only to him it ever bows To others it shrieks and claws Drowning alone in his sorrows And all his miseries and woes Waiting silently for tomorrows As older and older time grows He wanted nothing of those Poisonous as black widows Repulsing all that knows Leaving him alone and lost It wasn't darkness he chose Looking at a candle that glows It just felt like blows And his heart hollows He tried putting on shows But they never lasted long He ends up standing alone Wrapped in ashes and smokes One day he's had enough And he shut his door close From his one, loyal ghost Till at some point it finally goes That was when time froze And when he finally knows That a shining star only glows Inside the deepest, darkest jaws Oh, the insults he throws Not to his woes and foes But to those loyal as dogs How he regrets them most! But one thing he can't oppose The line of present he can't cross
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Sep 29, 2019
Sep 29, 2019 at 6:20 AM UTC
Didn't They Mean Something?
Darkness, shadows They've never been his foes Lurking around as he goes Even to his death it follows What's that thing with no nose? Nobody ever knows But only to him it ever bows To others it shrieks and claws Drowning alone in his sorrows And all his miseries and woes Waiting silently for tomorrows As older and older time grows He wanted nothing of those Poisonous as black widows Repulsing all that knows Leaving him alone and lost It wasn't darkness he chose Looking at a candle that glows It just felt like blows And his heart hollows He tried putting on shows But they never lasted long He ends up standing alone Wrapped in ashes and smokes One day he's had enough And he shut his door close From his one, loyal ghost Till at some point it finally goes That was when time froze And when he finally knows That a shining star only glows Inside the deepest, darkest jaws Oh, the insults he throws Not to his woes and foes But to those loyal as dogs How he regrets them most! But one thing he can't oppose The line of present he can't cross
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17/F/Indonesia
Sep 29, 2019
Sep 29, 2019 at 6:20 AM UTC
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