Cryptic abyss of days gone, days old.
Grim dark roads of broken glass behind,
Outer exterior, looks just fine.
Inside shadows wrapping round,
gone is light, stars crashing down.
Mouse caught in a pythons grip,
flashbacks, memories through mind rip.
For a moment onto knees fall,
The phantoms have again come to call.
Smiles hide what lay behind the while,
eyes cry, midst souls rubble pile.
Searching endless for the light,
through its darkness, moonless night.
Glimmering just out of reach,
a sun so warm like a day on the beach.
but the roads behind of grim and glass
of the days old of days past,
keep their creeping shadows near
caught between light and fear.
reaching up the shadows pull
screaming out "you fool, you fool"
but like a moth pulled away,
with the darkness it can not stay.
with the roads of grim and glass,
its time to leave the memories past.
fear is courage in another form.
It's time for it to began, transform.
Let go shadows, unlock your chains,
run away darkness take with you your pain.
Empty abyss become a a sea,
let go mind, be free, yes free.
You cannot live a midst the night
leave now fear, shine now the light.
dark and grim have not won,
Steady self, and overcome.
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