In the dark,
Where fatal thoughts dwell,
Wanders my self torment,
Unable to tell,
If it is tears I shed,
Or smiles I create…
For lost I am in thy bitter memories,
That are yet so great.


In the dark,
Where memories arise,
Wanders my over kindness,
Unable to despise…
Don’t want the return
And yet the void is vast,
Thoughts of you are now immortal,
Never fading, whether slow or fast


In the dark,
Where the mind is left to ponder,
Lies in confidence,
To eye my state and wonder,
If an amateur I am
For trouble making,
Perhaps should get a grasp on
Insensitivity while still in the making.


In the dark
Where thoughts are impaired,
A final decision naively been taken,
To for good fade.
With crimson tears
And floors forever stained,
She eyes the pitch black for a last
And drops the colored blade to forever faint.


For in the dark,
Where fatal thoughts dwell,
Life-less lays the body
That has stumbled a million times and fell.
All because of the fake smiles
She once had to create,
To hide from his bitter memories,
That are yet so great!
 
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