Riddles of the mind, riddles of the heart.Sympathy is blind, but i guess it's a start.
Dreary windows of a soul tainted, left so impure.Is it possible for a demon to be sainted? I'm not really sure.
Impulsive actions and agony seems to be the toll.Drenched and weary, destruction of my very soul.
Discontent with all the masks that I use, to cover the real me.I'm pitiful in this darkness, yet I can't seem to flee.
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Awesome poem, i can so relate to your pain, or darkness! Always remember the darkness cannot stay forever, there is a light somewhere down that road!
Mabe darkness is the key to makeing us wholle again? I st times think so.
Very lovly poem I?? understant it too because everyone has been in the dark at one point or another