Everyone talks about how
Everything's going to be all right,
It'll turn out fine.
But what happens when the sun sets,
And won't rise up again?
Do we run and find
A nice little corner
In which we hide?
Or do we stand there,
Trapped,
In our own dark,
Dark minds
Circling
Through the darkness;
The darkness
Spreads its arms wide,
The darkness
Welcomes
The darkness
Draws us,
Shows us the bloody hell
From whence we came.
Thy spirit screams,
Thy spirit falls.
Climb back up,
If you can.
For what falls to it,
The darkness
Traps
Binds
Blinds
And cherishes.
Dwell on your worst memories,
And keep falling.
Trapped and bound.
Fallen angels,
Are Angels of the Darkness.
O, what tangled webs we weave,
Flying on black wings.
-Shadow Jade
8/1/03
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