A poem about darkness
Your haunted shadows They hang out in my solitude Any idea of resurrection is gone There is probably no turning back The vortex of uniqueness She choked me as soon as I went to get out of her bowels And straight back I went back Denial of joy, joy in sadness Me and myself are in good company The feeling of the forgotten and the non-existent They grow the wall Making me not see the end
Your haunted shadows They hang out in my solitude Any idea of resurrection is gone There is probably no turning back The vortex of uniqueness She choked me as soon as I went to get out of her bowels And straight back I went back Denial of joy, joy in sadness Me and myself are in good company The feeling of the forgotten and the non-existent They grow the wall Making me not see the end
Sorry I'm not experienced enough with cups so i bu mistake posted the same poem twice