Screaming for my soul,
Please return to me,
Don't leave me here,
It's dark and cold.
I'm lost in this place,
I'm unable to blink,
My body won't listen,
My mind will not think.
I danced with raven,
I danced with the crow,
I sung to the devil,
I spiraled down low.
When I awoke,
I searched for the light,
Is it darker now?
Is any way right?
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As my pen glides along I can't help but think, that my soul is bleeding out in shining black ink.
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