fear, hatred, dying,
and kisses, love and warmth,
things of darkness,
and things of light,
walk into walls and curl on floors,
wake up in mornings,
and sleep only in night,
things of darkness,
and things of light,
would you like to be frozen cold?
or would you scream in open fire?
I want you to meet my good friend nightmare,
he is not a dream like me,
things of darkness are not good,
and things of light are not bad,
I will draw you a picture of my words,
and I will say what can't be erased,
I am someone with great wisdom,
but a coward in a fight,
things don't go north or south,
and they never live east and west,
though i could give you a direction,
but everything seems fine right here,
The stars can't shine like your eyes,
and the sun can't blind through the rooftops,
I want to climb the highest mountain,
because going up is better than down,
Things of darkness isn't so bad,
if the light isn't always good,
From one soul to another,
this poem binds everything forever,
going back is to not return,
but let's end this in a question,
is this the answer you want this time?
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