'I stand here in the dark, It suffocates me.
My eyes leave me lonely, there is nothing to see.
Where the air is wet and dripping on my skin.
My thoughts are killing every last sin.
The cold stones where I stand upon,
leave me not shivering but numb.
I stand here in the dark, It suffocates me still.
But then there is that glimps of light
The power of will.'
Jul 31, 2016
Jul 31, 2016 at 3:23 PM UTC
'I stand here in the dark, It suffocates me.
My eyes leave me lonely, there is nothing to see.
Where the air is wet and dripping on my skin.
My thoughts are killing every last sin.
The cold stones where I stand upon,
leave me not shivering but numb.
I stand here in the dark, It suffocates me still.
But then there is that glimps of light
The power of will.'
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