Sometimes,
I cannot desguise this darkness in me.
This paradox in myself.
This black hole
I call an empty Soul.
The black Raven that stands
On my shoulder
Reminding of who I am.
Sometimes,
Many times...
Too many.
The soft feel of emptyness.
The dark and yet confort of
Knowing of not knowing.
The sweetness of a bitter heart.
The void.
The dark and yet peacefull silence.
This cold wind
That helps to forget to forget me.
Empty eyes
Vacant as a sea.
Hello Darkness my dear old friend
Ravished is my soul.
Together and enough of pretend
Things I cannot ever control.
Welcome you are.
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