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Dark Poetry
I can see what you see not
milky visions when eyes rot
when you turn I will be gone
whispering my hidden song
when you see what can not be
shadows move where light should be
out of darkness, out of mind
cast down the “Halls of the blind”
who knows what you will find ( Sig79)
In this darkness of the unknown where
darkness and light travel to and fro
maybe what will be found is tears
and screams of the lost that can not
see a way to set themselves free…
But I have eruptions of my madness
of my darkness that yields me to solitude
I can not see what you see but pray that you
do not see what is reality to me… (Naz’e)
03/10/2000
