They say the eyes are windows to the soul
but when I look into his
I wish I hadn’t..
it is as dark as night
filled with immense amount of anger and hatred
I tried to search for some lights in his soul
but it wasn’t clear
much like the mist on a gloomy day
the darkness in him
it is getting stronger
it lurks like a shadow
waiting for the perfect time to escape
whispers of the shadows
is the closest of listening he can get
he came to love the darkness
and it looks like he is in too deep to vacate
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 10:45 AM UTC
They say the eyes are windows to the soul
but when I look into his
I wish I hadn’t..
it is as dark as night
filled with immense amount of anger and hatred
I tried to search for some lights in his soul
but it wasn’t clear
much like the mist on a gloomy day
the darkness in him
it is getting stronger
it lurks like a shadow
waiting for the perfect time to escape
whispers of the shadows
is the closest of listening he can get
he came to love the darkness
and it looks like he is in too deep to vacate
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