In the dark all there is to see is as far as a step, its probably the farthest to go in moving a lil bit forward. In the dark the heart thrum at the fear of the unseen before feeling what is not heard by the sound of touch.
Clamour rages within the eyes searching for what to behold looking everywhere at the sight of nothing.
Firm is the courage of confusion to death lost of insight as to which way to lead through, walking in between steps to find a way along a path to where light shines through. A couple and one thoughts pour horror in the well of the mind and its demons begin to hide in the open, nothing matters anymore failing to find light that quench the agony of darkness. Searching to the beginning from the end of darkness hoping to come across light as a friend in deed, one, at the point of need, saviour of the eyes to lead farther than a step in the right direction but to all avails as the illusion of blindness. Shouting for help amidst the cry of silence to be found by light and guided by sight the bliss of a shameful ignorance
Firm is the courage of confusion to death lost of insight as to which way to lead through, walking in between steps to find a way along a path to where light shines through. A couple and one thoughts pour horror in the well of the mind and its demons begin to hide in the open, nothing matters anymore failing to find light that quench the agony of darkness. Searching to the beginning from the end of darkness hoping to come across light as a friend in deed, one, at the point of need, saviour of the eyes to lead farther than a step in the right direction but to all avails as the illusion of blindness. Shouting for help amidst the cry of silence to be found by light and guided by sight the bliss of a shameful ignorance
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