Darcy Charles Inwood

The darkness come forth,
And swallow me,
Capture me,
Bind me.
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Broke upon thy crowd,
Dividing a break in an endless rally,
Myself I see in change,
A metamorhisis of value,
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Like the night,
Your insides are dark.
Your mind recedes into itself,
And not even you can retrieve it.
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I lay in breathless ecstasy,
Each and every day,
As I try to remember my memories.
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A vast black veil,
Dispenses upon the landscape.
I stand upon the men of mens bones,
A solitary figure.
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By every second,
By every moment,
My life slips from my grasp.
What choice would I have?
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My feet doth left my burrow,
Forced upon myself,
And tears streamed down upon my face.
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Behind the garden of my mind,
Lay an estate of beauty,
Of wonder.
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