This cell that I call my mind...
Its bars are thick and the walls are high
The darkness is vast and unchanging
I sit and cry for a glimspe of the light on high
but darkness is the only thing which i bide
as time goes along its path
sorrow grows forth from shadows
like a black harvest of the plague
thoughts of you are like the carion crow that picks at the remains of those who passed long ago
thoughts if cause sorrow to swell up within my soul which i try to pass away but to no avail you stand within my mind taunting teasing and decieving
why do i care why do i try when it is to no avial
i just dwell in this cell...
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