Darkness.
By Andrew Hide
D A R K The sun beats down, burning, hot against my skin, but it's brightness doesn't penetrate to the darkened soul within. D A R K N E S S The halogen lamps, hurt my eyes, image of a blinding light, but it doesn't illuminate the walls of my soul in endless night. D A R K E R N E S S The candle-light flickers, dancing across the ceiling, but this beautiful, twisting light, can not sooth the darkened feeling. B L A C K Written April 12th, 2002 © on Apr 12 2002 11:57 AM PST, Andrew Hide 0 • 10
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