my heart etched with pain,
filled with disdain...
the darkness, it...it
whispers my name...
the Darkness,
the Lioness,
she's always hunting...
morning is a long time coming....
As the sun sinks below the horizon...prelude to the night
The darkness creeps out...seducing my senses
smelling my fear...
I desperately search for light or knight's armor
to hinder what I know is drawing near she caresses me slowly, like a mother shielding a child
And all I can I do is hug her with tears in my eyes....weary, of her treacherous wilds...
but just like an abused child I cling to my abuser...
comfortable and uncomfortable by the constant confusion
Headaches that lead to heartaches that lead to heartbreaks
that make the soul shake and wash my body with sweat....
as I awake from my nightmares screaming your name...
...only to look around and see it was all in vain
all I have is the darkness. She is mine to claim.
she...caresses me with pain, assists in my strain
tickles my struggle, fragments my mind like a...cheap, scenic puzzle.
The darkness
the lioness
she's always hunting...
morning is a long time coming
~Yours Truly, Miss Niah
wow...I was...entranced, It's the most heart breakingly beautiful pieces of art I ever experienced...I know that sounds cheesy but that's the best compliment I'm able to produce, truly outstanding.
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