Haunted Nights

Haunted Nights

So dark and elusive; evasive
Tormented thoughts i'm faced with
Taste the salt from my tears
Manifesting all of my fears
i'm striving to reach the
Higher Elevation
But i keep falling...
falling...
falling...
falling...
i reach the abyss in the
Dark
Black
Essence.
Why can't i leave it all in the past tense?
It seeps into my present
Distorts my future
Forever

BlackStar


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