Everyday is a struggle between me myself and I,

everyday is like a battlefield a war zone within my mind.


Everyday i feel myself die a little more inside,

im confused about why my inner light can never shine.


Convert back to the dark,with a heart that's full of gold,

begging reaching for the light with a deteriorating soul.

  • Author: D_MESSER91 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 29th, 2015 23:38
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