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| Current music: | sublime "40oz. to freedom" |
yea so i decided that im gonna finish all my old poems from last year this is one of them leave me comments...
Blankets of Black
Darkness settles
And so begins the quiet retreat
Ten feet away but a world apart
No foot steps to follow
No sounds to pull you
No switches to flip
No leaking light
Outside there is noise
But the walls are thick
The bonds are weak
And the sleep is deep
As I lay in a bed of darkness
The blankets of black are upon me
The clocks have stopped
And the room starts to swirl
Far out of sight
Weaving through the screaming silence
As endless as the night
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