The darkness always brings forth such fear.
Though to turn on a light one must reach into the night, my dear.
To see the beauty within you and me one must embrace our thoughts even as they begin darkening.
Always remember it will be alright if you can step into the night and turn on the light.
She’s beautiful as she is broken
She’s a transparent mystery
She’s a stormy rainbow coming apart at the seams
She’s the darkness in the light
She’s the sun in the night
She’s the raging wind whispering it’ll be alright…
Our Demons are our own creation haunting us internally while distorting or visions externally.
Never allow boredom into your hollow nest
for chaos and havoc will surely follow and leave you with their mess.
Which one is greater?
The pain on your face as you force yourself to stay
Or the pain of my heart being torn apart as you walk away.