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 .
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Author:
blacksheepBob (
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