Make a Left in 200 Yards...U-Turn...Recalculating...
The moment I meet loneliness on the corner of darkness and despair,
Is the moment that my shadow begins to permeate the air.
It whispers to me, beckoning with it's call, battering against my reason.
Bringing forth it's anguish, It yearns to consume me, and commit treason.
But With the sword of my heart and the shield of my soul, I'll fight till I die.
This is my battle, against the darkness that is the lurid part of I.
Is the moment that my shadow begins to permeate the air.
It whispers to me, beckoning with it's call, battering against my reason.
Bringing forth it's anguish, It yearns to consume me, and commit treason.
But With the sword of my heart and the shield of my soul, I'll fight till I die.
This is my battle, against the darkness that is the lurid part of I.
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Maybe I should start explaining my poems in this section... Nah...That would take too much work. Feedback is appreciated.