I checked again
It disappeared;
That line between you and me.
Black and white,
They have no meaning
No identity.
Neither can I tell apart,
Virtue and immorality
They seem no different to me.
The markings on my map,
have ceased to be.
On the outside nothing,
Maybe inside I'll have to seek
Find that inner voice
And paint the bear walls
Wipe the dust off the signs
Uncover the messages meant for me.
As those markings ceased to be,
Life set me free.
Now I know, in the dark
I am my light.
No longer do I look for help,
Just your belief.
4 comments:
thanks..
What the hell is a Rhiamon? :/
It means "enchantress" is some language..atleast it starts with R! sounds weird?
erm, aren't any of the others worth commenting on?:p
this a new chatting place, eh?
ya sounds weird...rhiamon sounds like cinnamon :-0
chat place? sure.
not coming online these days? 20 hrs goin on or what? :-O
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