dark ages of the mind
I paint the emptiness with half forgotten dreams
desperate flights of fancy in horror vacui
scuro scribbling
tangible terror of the ignorant mind
your eternal sunshine only makes
my darkness deeper
then my prometheus holds out the candle
and my wandering mind's overwhelmed
with the possibilities
therein
but will I reach for the light?
Inside the Belljar
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