There is no ending there is no peace
The darkness is so close the darkness keeps its grip pulling me farther into its depths
Can't you hear me when I speak or is it a whisper in the wind
How'd it get to be to this when the darkness consumes my soul pulling me deeper into its depth
Can you feel the pain with me as darkness consumes it all
Can I break away from it all or does the darkness consume my soul
I thought I was strong and hope will take my pain away am I too far gone the darkness consumed my existence
I prayed that hope would come but the darkness keeps it grip like the missing pieces of my heart finally collide like it's stopped in the moonlight I don't ever wanna open my eyes
I feel broke like I'm half of a whole I got no hand to pull me back
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jonathan bradford
I enjoy writing poems it gives me a way to express myself when I can't find words to say.
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