It's Dark Here

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Tired of life, waiting on forever

It's Dark Here

It's dark here,
and full of death,
it's loud here,
and full of death.

I long for quiet,
peace and calmness,
I wait for the quiet,
peace and calmness.

I'm tired of quick words,
and quicker assumptions,
I'm sick of quick words,
and quicker assumptions.

I'm prepared for war,
for battle, for blood.
I'm ready for war,
for battle for blood.

I'm preparing for the end,
for lightness, for the sun,
I'm holding on for the end,
for lightness, for the son.  

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ForeverPoet commented on It's Dark Here

11-24-2010

hey poet. death is inevitable. its what we do in life, that makes the journey more enlightening. the dead know only one thing..... "it is better to be alive" keep writing, Ill keep reading ! ( glad to have you in the OP family) ~F~

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