Terrors in the depths of the fog

I’m leaving again but to nowhere far I might be too late or just in time, My ticket is this ever aching scar Daring to heal was some kind of crime Demons wait behind every shadow Listening for falling silent tears, For theirs is this avenue and they know Tribute is paid in my nightly fears. Every hurt comes back to visit a while Singing memories along the way, Lost dreams burning in the lies of a smile This scene repeats itself ev’ry day.

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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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