I have lost` myself tonight
Cannot spell out` the reason why
And just before I fell asleep
Could not avoid the Presence near
In darkness hidden, silent, deep
But still, it planted horrid Fear
Of what there is -
We cannot dare
Or simply seems -
And things that none
But should become
I feel its Stare - it’s there, it’s there
My soul has turned into a stone
A solid rock of ice and pain
The only state it should remain
And thoughts dancing in my brain
Invoked by early autumn’s rain…
Rayden 2/11/2001 *full moon* 01:18
Desperate insanity
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