The Dark Place
theres no escape
from this place i learned 2 hate
this black hole in need of a nite lite
2 scatter the shadows compressing my consciousness
into little hard balls of lost moments
time stolen
molten madness peering through my brain
seeking entrance
into
making me feel
out of
Copyright © Brian Anderson | Year Posted 2009
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