This attack of feeling is an onslaught
One that maybe I’d thought was gone.
But there is no telling where it had come from
Or where it might be going.
The problem with darkness, my friends, my friends
Is that it encompasses all, like death
And like this sorrow, this void within me
Was always already there.
They say all there is, all there was will move
To steady balance, essentially nothing,
The destruction of all that we are and will be
Is all I have to look forward to.
So when I stare up at the glimmering diamonds
And their eternal twinkling dance for us,
Know I want to be, or truly see, them
Know that I want to be there.
Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 8:39 AM UTC
This attack of feeling is an onslaught
One that maybe I’d thought was gone.
But there is no telling where it had come from
Or where it might be going.
The problem with darkness, my friends, my friends
Is that it encompasses all, like death
And like this sorrow, this void within me
Was always already there.
They say all there is, all there was will move
To steady balance, essentially nothing,
The destruction of all that we are and will be
Is all I have to look forward to.
So when I stare up at the glimmering diamonds
And their eternal twinkling dance for us,
Know I want to be, or truly see, them
Know that I want to be there.
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