I can feel it coming, I can't wait
Tensions rising, walking to the shadows.
I can feel the sickness coming on
But it's such bliss, walking into the darkness.
I'm feeling such joy, as the pressure rises
Fading into the darkness.
What a perfect place for us to be
Surrounded by black, nothing can hurt us.
No one ever comes here, into the darkness
So follow me, follow me there.
Vanishing with the light
What joy awaits us, in the night.
So we walk hand and hand
Into the darkness.
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Everything (And All That's In Between)
PoetryA collection of poetry about life, love, death, happiness, sadness and everything in between.