Darkness takes its hand
this time its not a dream
its more real than it my seem
but it is not afraid, it goes willingly

It blocks out its frustration
as it covers this creation
deepening its imagination,
dangerously

It will stand amongst the wall
red ribbon so bright
around its arms tied tight
spiraling to floor, what a beautiful, shadowed grey

It's shattered mind,
a killed spirit inside
an open heart
that’s still denied

Wondering forever
now a broken, lost soul
my shadow has been bad
very bad. . . .

 
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