Madness Poems Whispered Words Wicked Words Wrapped In Sin Wrapped In Words

Arise Through Darkness

Whispers of darkness,

moments in time,

a deceiver in the mists of oneself,

my reflection now unknown,

who am I if I am not me,

or was I always someone else,

words make no sense without self,

but what is self?

how can I be without being?

a promise left,

a moment given to mirror,

see the tomorrow written in today,

without the yesterday of who and why…

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