Thoughts wonder through shadows of the wind unconfined Eyes roam through mists of confusion A heart full of hurt, yet empty of hate, still waiting to be defined A soul losing something not known to it yet, from seclusion Out of the dark sound incoherent whispers and pleading prayers Born is fear of understanding what is not now understood Before truth is found, lies are formed in layers Conscience begins to wonder if it would choose reality, over this existance, if it could A person lost in the filling that creates a human, tries to find a way out Accomplishing nothing other then confirming others conclusions of her mind being gone Only creating for her more doubt Clearing space in her head for more nasty demons to spawnBirth sign: Libra
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