Dark areas surround the inner most of your spirit
Only thoughts blank like the start of a page
Each direction written leaves another open space
Turning back to your start and it is no longer there.
A voice speaks softly about your ears
The flutter of a bird startles your senses and heightens fear
Turning is no longer an option as the emptiness freezes your spot
Voice gets louder yet never clarifies intentions
It’s screaming and your ears bleed with questions
Sweat pours from your forehead
Dripping, parching sweat
Crushed in your own fear waking from a dream that never comes
As you try to scream a dark angel flashes outside your thoughts.
The clarity breaks through
“You’re Solitude Gives Me Power”
Release
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