heart of Darkness
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An aching mind that won’t stop to think,
Just keeps moving with no aim to complete,
Too quickly we’ve rushed onto the brink
Of childhood’s edge, that end none wish to greet.
He has razor sharp teeth and the autumn brown eyes you have ever seen.
His lips are covered in blood and his body is skinny and muscular
He’s unbearably strong and dangers of every since of the word
What can be defined as an arena void of light?
An absence of Knowledge?
Where you cannot fight
Against the circumstances that are difficult to acknowledge.
Could it be darkness?
