Shadows of the past

The walls are closing in again, breathe...deep, shadows merging into one, their domain and now they come, as I run, for the door, yet they stand in the way, loathing me, for the tears come, and prayers spill forth, empty words sleepless nights don't forgive me, for I need chemicals that bring about such Illusion, the guilt that lies, in me

menoh

I am a button pusher. I stir up trouble. It is what I do. I live in the borders between light and dark. I can write about beautiful things, and joy and love, but I find I am more creative when i write about the dark. I love to hold a mirror up to the...

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