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Sun of my Mind
Sun of my mind
a slow decent into utter maddness
and a rise to the horror
I look upon my future with saddness
for tis a black day on that morrow
every breath it rises higher
consumeing that which I have fought to be
slowly sinking into a ink filled mire
in myself it is utter darkness i see
so on edge so lost
filled with dread of myself
worrying my breaking will have great cost
my deamon is comeing off the shelf
do I hate myself? no
but I abhore what I might become
the sun of my mind sinks low
so run
Sean Caldwell
June 6, 2004 12:15 AM
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Beauty can be found in the darkest day and on the darkest hour and even in the darkest mind
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