Towards the Light
catherine
20 Oct, 2016 02:37 AMSilent world Quiet night The darkness Forms within The pain The tears They never seem To stop It's quiet It's dark But a light Is coming in A man Dressed in Black Comes in His face Unsee-able His weapon Tall Looking down On me Like he's Smiling He sticks out A hand To help me Off the floor Off we Go He signs To me I walk I look I wonder I ponder Where's my Heartbeat? Where's My soul?
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