Monday, August 10, 2009

Reading In The Dark


The darkness wears over me.

Merriment just became misery.
And all I can faintly see
Are remnants of what there used to be.
Everything becomes an illusion,
A mere figment of our restless imagination.
We all decide what to be believed,
To yet again by another lie be deceived.
All we need is that little light to guide us the way,
So that in clarity we shall eternally stay.


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