Comfort

blacksheepBob

So much sorrow, thoughts tire my soul

I long for the darkness of eternal peace

The one place I belong .

I tie stones to my words 

Futher into the darkness I drown 

In the stylings of my mind thoughts are sufficating

In my damnation of life I find comfort 

There is no absolution from the prison of my mind .

 

  • Author: blacksheepBob (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 20th, 2017 17:31
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 15


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