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Darkness present
even in the brightest of souls
lurks the shadow of decite
and words untrue
through the eyes of depression
and fates undecided
a cold soul resides

To abandon the harmony
a time without an end
to leave the isolated mind
from its' constant illusions
of untrue happiness
to leave the enigma of the mind
and see from the eyes of the lavished winds
the sight of pure reality

Love
the ignorance of emotions
like a spiral staircase
always eluding into the darkness
of an always tragic end.


Blair Montesco