I put this all on paper, torn pictures from the soul, burning desires come with emotion, closing doors that turn you cold. Try to wrap these thoughts around it, but no circles in a square, angel and demon on my shoulder, but they also run in pairs.
Put my faith in my savior, another lessons learned, touch the flame upon the match, the stick I hold is burned. Open the book and turn the page, all torn from the past, redirect and close the book, reel all thoughts there that cast.
Gripping the barrel of smoking guns, blood is on my hands, comparing problems of this world, is a beach to all it's sand. All insanity of this world, dark souls are running wild, an harbored soul in a box, instilled there since a child.
Supported footing from the cliff, halted a troubled path, nomore talking backward steps, no subtraction using math. Shade has always blocked the light, add the dark upon the shelf, captured thoughts will be nomore and trust starts with self.
K.L.W
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