Things arent what they used to be
landscapes once so filled with light
only greyness left, everywhere
What happened to that flame?
How cold is the sun?
I have sold my soul
It remains in coldness and confusion
feeding off the light of the ones still shining
This demon existence…
My fate, and i knew it
There is no turning back
My heart is filled with black
Like a leak irreparable
The darkness swarms in
extinguishing all the light that was left…
Misere! Oh, misere!
Sing me a song of mercy!
And release me from my suffering
Oh devil I will do anything
I am noone
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It’s odd that depression can inspire us, it is odd that those who suffer make such good poets. There is something of love in it, a destructive mistress that we can not but hold onto, to grasp and to make it our own. I do like the part about feeding off the light of those still shining.
thank you =) i love it when people can nail something down that i havent been able to put to words.
Wow… this is just incredible… I can relate a lot with it… It’s so deep…! Strange how it makes me smile even when there’s barely hope… thank you for making me smile