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The Untrustworthy Darkness Within Me
She sickened me to the core
And made me hateful and rotten
For she did nothing but cause me pain
Night after night I burned
I screamed her name
I yearned for her to caress me
I yearned for her to kiss me
But she was gone
Her being gone has left a void in my heart
That is filling with Darkness and Evil
The shadows of our past keep haunting me
Keep killing me
I look at the stars and wish I could leave from here
To become one
But I'm not brave enough to fly over them
i was being corrupted
held down by the emptiness
emptiness filled with darkness and evil
the void i had ever since she left
haunted by it
I cant trust myself
I cant trust her
I cant trust anybody
The rotten mind of this rotten world is getting me down
To stand and keep fighting
Even tho you kno your never going to win
Is that brave?
Will i become brave
If I blindfold myself with darkness and a shadow veil
Just so I couldnt see you anymore?
I guess there is only one way to find out
I have to face myself
Face her and everyone
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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