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A spiral A staircase A long fall How ever you decend it's always down, Never do we see the light before we go, It's forever darkness, Never do we know what waits for us, We think we know, We hope we know, Never do we get a chance to change our minds, It's there it's easy once you've made the distance to get there. What ever we do we decend, I won't romanticise it it's not a decision we should make yet we do, I won't tell you to stop because that will push you even harder than before because hell what do I know. But I will say is this: My mind is my prison My body the vehicle I use My soul the fuel The decent my escape Every morning it is there Every night it welcomes me like a lover Every time I close my eyes it becons to me Every time I get up it threatens to pull me down Yet I stand strong Resting on the edge Like running a knife across my throat hard enough to bite but not bleed A damgours game to feel alive To feel at all A decent into darkness A game we play alone
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Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 8:26 AM UTC
Descent into Darkness
A spiral A staircase A long fall How ever you decend it's always down, Never do we see the light before we go, It's forever darkness, Never do we know what waits for us, We think we know, We hope we know, Never do we get a chance to change our minds, It's there it's easy once you've made the distance to get there. What ever we do we decend, I won't romanticise it it's not a decision we should make yet we do, I won't tell you to stop because that will push you even harder than before because hell what do I know. But I will say is this: My mind is my prison My body the vehicle I use My soul the fuel The decent my escape Every morning it is there Every night it welcomes me like a lover Every time I close my eyes it becons to me Every time I get up it threatens to pull me down Yet I stand strong Resting on the edge Like running a knife across my throat hard enough to bite but not bleed A damgours game to feel alive To feel at all A decent into darkness A game we play alone
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Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 8:26 AM UTC
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