i have spoken evil, without intending to call out its name
no shelter can shield me from the storm
i will drain out into the dark, seeking out the light
wanting only to free myself from uncertain pain
the unseen and the hope to never know, always seems to wait
kicking at unopened doors, Back! I call out to the wicked unknown
with winds of dust and picked over soon to be dead
i command you to stop and bleed out your sins, for I intend to rob you
of your good false hidden name
aka:lyricvixen
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wow
That was phanominal, i can relate to that poem. all i would say is the third to the last is a little confusing, i get it but it can be made more clear.
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