Enmeshed and entwined, hiding at the back of my mind, scared of the light and shine, its the feeling of the darkest kind.
Even at the brink of rufflingfeathers and breaking free, it wants to stay bound, hidden in the abyss of my heart, without silence or sound.
Its a confused feeling, dating back from when i started to feel, without a name of its own, its killing; killing, everything that's around.
Praised be the lord, when it does ascend to the eyes, to drop down, to finally vaporise, and then be seen nothing of, without a name of its own, it weighs heavily down..
still in the recesses of my heart, finding no escape, it wants to stay bound, without light or shine, its the feeling of the darkest kind.
@@@applause@@!!
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