Corners
In the dark corners of my mind, where darkness lives
there is no light. Seek me not from these small places; darkened corners and forgotten evil.
Speak not lest ye see what is hidden in that corner behind the door. Ugliness needs no light to live. Yet if behind the closed door; that which is the beast can cause no harm.
So wake me not from this sleep, for in this time his door is open, the terrors come to what end I know not.
My tormented sleep, I wonder not why or how he roams so easily In my dreams he does dwell; but in the light he lies buried, behind those doors; the darkened corners
there is no light. Seek me not from these small places; darkened corners and forgotten evil.
Speak not lest ye see what is hidden in that corner behind the door. Ugliness needs no light to live. Yet if behind the closed door; that which is the beast can cause no harm.
So wake me not from this sleep, for in this time his door is open, the terrors come to what end I know not.
My tormented sleep, I wonder not why or how he roams so easily In my dreams he does dwell; but in the light he lies buried, behind those doors; the darkened corners
©2008 Words the Windows to the Soul
Thanking of you Mark,
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Take care
Sue
I hope you find the light Mark.
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Ah my friend the black has descened again, but know that the light always resparks... Hugs Carrie
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