The light came second
you like it best, but second it is
darkness gave birth to us
it's our mother, big, black and soft
a cushion to comfort or strangle us
to seek light in darkness we live
full of hope, planning light shows
lying to our mirror images
despiced the darkness went inside
turning our hearts black
still, calling them white, innocent
Originally Posted On Site: 2009-06-09 12:43:39
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