Darkest soul, most troubled mind
Beauty within the darkest soul,
The most troubled mind,
A heart as black as coal,
Lost and alone something missing
Nothing to find
Terrible power, at least, on the outside,
Shadows and whispers
Where memories slide,
Desolate heart empty and cold,
Bloodlust and gunshots,
Intelligence festering in mould,
Perhaps the darker side is what defines us...
Without that, what is the difference between love and hate?
Drowning sorrows in opiate,
Where happiness thrives,
In a coat of whitewash,
Where beauty can be found in anything
Darkest soul, most troubled mind.
 KiyoshisKiwi · Mon Aug 03, 2009 @ 06:22pm · 0 Comments |
