As I descend downward
into darkness.
I find myself collecting
omens like a **********
collecting diseases.
Fighting demons,
my eyes cannot see.
Doesn't mean they're any
less real than you or I.
Living in the dark.
The Sun's too sad to shine today.
And you, my Love, are equally as sad.
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 8:03 AM UTC
As I descend downward
into darkness.
I find myself collecting
omens like a **********
collecting diseases.
Fighting demons,
my eyes cannot see.
Doesn't mean they're any
less real than you or I.
Living in the dark.
The Sun's too sad to shine today.
And you, my Love, are equally as sad.
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