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Forming Darkness
Day of clouds and thick darkness forming over my head.
No one sees this thick darkness of clouds,
Pain that hurts,
Wind that cuts my skin,
Deep,
Deep as the dark blood color I shed,
From my eyes.
Running down my face, pain that hurts inside.
Deep
Deep down inside.
Things that get in the way,
like lies.
looking up at the darkness forming over my head,
Looking at the DEEP
Deep dark blood color I shed.
Not knowing the next step I take,
just knowing the memories I make.
Day of clouds and thick darkness forming over my head,
Dark,
Deep,
Dark red blood color I shed.
No one sees this thick darkness of clouds,
Pain that hurts,
Wind that cuts my skin,
Deep,
Deep as the dark blood color I shed,
From my eyes.
Running down my face, pain that hurts inside.
Deep
Deep down inside.
Things that get in the way,
like lies.
looking up at the darkness forming over my head,
Looking at the DEEP
Deep dark blood color I shed.
Not knowing the next step I take,
just knowing the memories I make.
Day of clouds and thick darkness forming over my head,
Dark,
Deep,
Dark red blood color I shed.
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