Shadows
Darkness blankets this room,
silence shadows me.
Wretched thought breeds evil,
as
I was bred to be.
Totality of circumstance, could
not fathom I.
If only eternity could allow,
immortal thoughts to die.
Copyright © Damian York | Year Posted 2014
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