What goes on in the mind of a dark poet? Is there a certain turning of the wheels, Making the mind go toward the morbid? Thinking of nothing but their own death, A death of solitude, A death of lonliness, A death written many times. There is no answer to the inquiry. For the mind of a poet is a labyrinth. A labyrinth they are lost within, - trapped. The mind of a dark poet, Holds the secret of despair, The pain of isolation, And morbid curiosity.Birth sign: Pisces
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