It was a skill of yours,
To create art in disguise,
You shunned the darkness,
And fought against your demons,
But what hope is for the darkened ones,
When it is yourself you are running from.
It was a skill of yours,
To create art in disguise,
You shunned the darkness,
And fought against your demons,
But what hope is for the darkened ones,
When it is yourself you are running from.
Life had been difficult for you. Your situation was not an easy one and it seemed to only grow worse with each passing minute. You needed someone to help you carry it all. When that certain someone a...