Black and thick like pitch
Oozing pouring into me
Restless nagging itch
Darkness filling all I see
Permeate my soul
Apathy will follow pain
I am never whole
Bring the hammer down again
Break away my shield
Sweep away my great facade
Porcelain always yields
(When) Iron Darkness rules as god.
(Written a few months ago - I could have sworn I had posted this already but I guess I didn't. I like the rhythm of the lines though.)
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