My darkness that escapes, is not but a reflection of myself, nor the feelings I hide away. The light that shines through and illuminates my words, though dim and fading is the same as it always has been. It's a eternal light, always present. The darkness will never be unfolded yet from the words I spew. My charade is the event you'll never see.
Mar 25, 2018
Mar 25, 2018 at 2:48 AM UTC
My darkness that escapes, is not but a reflection of myself, nor the feelings I hide away. The light that shines through and illuminates my words, though dim and fading is the same as it always has been. It's a eternal light, always present. The darkness will never be unfolded yet from the words I spew. My charade is the event you'll never see.