In the midst of darkness cometh the pain,
The soul that is broken beyond reparation,
Looks into the eyes of the darkness unhinged,
Beg for mercy, if such thing ever exists,
The darkness that shapes the broken spirit,
Mold them into an unending fear and grief,
Once you fall into the pits of hell,
Who will come and save your will, alas,
In the midst of darkness cometh the light,
All the fear and grief are gone by the sight,
To me, all of them seems so apparelled, in,
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind.
Oct 8, 2020
Oct 8, 2020 at 2:05 PM UTC
In the midst of darkness cometh the pain,
The soul that is broken beyond reparation,
Looks into the eyes of the darkness unhinged,
Beg for mercy, if such thing ever exists,
The darkness that shapes the broken spirit,
Mold them into an unending fear and grief,
Once you fall into the pits of hell,
Who will come and save your will, alas,
In the midst of darkness cometh the light,
All the fear and grief are gone by the sight,
To me, all of them seems so apparelled, in,
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind.
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