The Darkness has surrounded me

In the abscense of illumination can’t see what I’m fighting

from where I came, where I’m going 

Blindfolded and Stuffed in a duffle bag being hit with a baseball bat until the pings become inaudible

Rather Plausible

For life is a circus ring

A trapeeze show

broken hearts and summer flings

Broken Flamingo necks and Hog Casing

That’s guts on the floor

Hear voices on the other side

Have guts at the door

Could be cupid, Could be millions

Could be disease, Could be minions 

Fleeing light, Chasing light

In Darkness we reside


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