Stting alone in the corner
and the demons call my name
as if your tears were my words and trying to explain
It's written on the reflection, in my soul
with no sense of time
wandering through the edge of darkness
searching for the light beyond the wild
I'm walking with the living dead
lonely people all around
I'm feeling like a stranger
lost in a world searching to be found
And I'm awakened by a light
standing in the cold lonesome rain
and as the darkness pours down
it washes away my pain
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Darkness Pours Down
Stting alone in the corner
and the demons call my name
as if your tears were my words and trying to explain
It's written on the reflection, in my soul
with no sense of time
wandering through the edge of darkness
searching for the light beyond the wild
I'm walking with the living dead
lonely people all around
I'm feeling like a stranger
lost in a world searching to be found
And I'm awakened by a light
standing in the cold lonesome rain
and as the darkness pours down
it washes away my pain
Reply
I read through your writings and enjoyed them! Peace IS