I feel myself slipping into the darkness
Every day, the feeling gets stronger,
my hope for a better life,
for a better society,
gets smaller and smaller.
The more I think about it,
the more it consumes me;
the thought of death.
But then something stops me;
more like two things.
without those two,
I know the darkness would have already won.
Jul 29, 2013
Jul 29, 2013 at 5:34 PM UTC
I feel myself slipping into the darkness
Every day, the feeling gets stronger,
my hope for a better life,
for a better society,
gets smaller and smaller.
The more I think about it,
the more it consumes me;
the thought of death.
But then something stops me;
more like two things.
without those two,
I know the darkness would have already won.
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