As the day gets older I ponder on what I hath told her, she sees the light within my darkness. I wonder what she hath caressed. Had she seen my poteintial? As I am hororendously altered to what I am yet to be. She sees me for who I truely am, but not fore I slam my fist into this door that blocks mine way. A crippleing blow, shattering what I seek. I should say "I believe" yet I lay here wondering why, why does she sees light in my darkness.
As light filters through this darkness so true. We wander thy dark wood. I doth be wondering how to find our fate within, lest I not hate the one who hath put us through this hell. Wandering, yet pondering why she sees the light filter through a darkness so true.
As Thine light penitrates my dark and wounded heart. Paying no mind to what it has healed, I seal my fate; one which I take forcefully; thus it too claims me, as a true darkness. But lo light finds my soul and she sees a light within my darkness that is so true.
I am not as dark as i seem, to because she sees the light in me. Lo I see the light in her which I hath come to prefer.
I ponder on what I hath said. I have sped down the road of life, which is truely dark, and she has saved me, fore she hath seen the light in my darkness. Of which i may no longer contort due to the light she hath seen within me.
The darkness is contorted, so that I may see optimistically of all this strife. Though this knife drops to the floor, as the darkness begins to contort
with this life o'mine. I shall change as I lay me down to sleep, I pray my soul the lord to keep. If i die before I wake, I pray my soul the lord to take. As I partake in this, I am in a heavenly manner, I believe I may see the light within my darkness. As i witness truely beloved, I shoved all my grief down the drain, and she sees the light within my darkness as do I.
Hate is a fate that we we all can partake in, as we see the key to life. The knife is droped to the floor, as the door slams into its jam, life is contorted. Then altered, as we all can falter, as the slaughter of man takes place, as an ace is droped on the table, as we all can tell this is nothing more than a fable, to be heard. As a hearse takes your friend to her grave, and she told me to say this, "you are gay like the fey folk". This life flies by quickly as a shooting star, and I drive my car off a cliff into the tidal rift, so that i may float to the very end.I send a message to those who dont have hope, "hope has yet to come for you dear friend". Thus now I must float to the land of the dead to spread this hate, as we partake in the slaughter of mankind. I pretend the light was never spread. I am beheaded by the beast with three heads, as a hockey puck goes throgh a staind glass window, and she is made a widow because of the war of the worlds. Thys the darkness is once more contorted to her will and she sees me and the light within mine darkness.
Fore say to end this fable, I say to thee my life is a creed, of which to be followed. I swallow the waters of the all holy, hence I souly depend on her to see me for who I truely am. Thy light within me, therein lies the secret of life, which we all pass and not see. Light filters through all of the dark. Not lighted as my foresight is met, but light and dark meet for one last battle as our lives begins to contort and falter.
Then again life hath always contorted to her will. The light spreads through a darkeness so true. Once more she sees the light within me in order to see the doves fly, her love for me. Thus I say she sees light in me, and i must weave a tread so thin so I can send a message of hope. In order to cope with the sin of man. I tan the hide of the beast so fierce that has died due to the light she brought me because she sees the light within me.
I see my own light shining so thus i slay my beast from within and save her from it as well.
