tendrils of the dark pull me back
each time i turn around
the shadow of my former self surfaces
worthless obsessed power
in a world surrounded by doubt
what does it mean
to close your eyes and see an image
so strong and pulled straight from your past
straight out of my hatred
out of the power that almost fully corrupted me
it's hard to look into the light
my world still seems so dim
like i'm living under water
but the depth i had is much shallower
and i can't breath like that painful past anymore
no matter how much i try it seems i will always stay in twilight
and the sun is a whole ocean away from me
when i can't even reach the surface
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