There was nothing that happened , Noone involved,

nothing to miss.

A brief loss of consciousness, asleep at the wheel.

I'm quite well awake now, with time on my side.

Nothing to cling to, nothing to hide.

A very small trip it was,

Couldn't even break my stride.

It never existed, and still never was,

The Darkness is your gravest fears,
and your gravest foes,
and your dimmest thoughts;
This Darkness, that Darkness,
its all the same Darkness
which chases so many
including myself.

This Darkness in my heart,
that Darkness about my soul,
thhe Darkness behind my eyes
dictating my every thought.

The Darkness surrounds and
engulfs my very being and
existance.

Prince Angel
September 21, 2001

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