Most times I feel this world has gone dark
Thou there is a sun
I can feel these memories haunting
Those days there was no sun
Cold, And dry
Cold and Dark
embers dance around a wasteland
If your mind slips
There goes the Heart
The tress were once green
Now so dead
No longer can I sleep
without darkness around my bed
This is my world
I remember it
I had to let go
Sometime I look in the mirror
and see Me sitting there with Satan
In the Snow
©dark6poet6
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