I sometimes look into the darkness
To see what tragedy I might catch
I stare trying to make out a form
But all I catch are scurrying rats
I go in and out of the darkness
Sometimes seeing my reflection
I follow the flickering orange lights
That shield the river of blood
In order to bathe in fear
Listening to the siren call of darkness
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psychologistmimi 
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Thank you and likewise.
Hope you are doing well
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“Siren of Darkness”
Danger in Hearing it
too Clear Danger
In Not Hearing
It At All
Fearless People
Live Shorter and
Longer i’ve Seen
The Shallow
And Deeper
End of Both…
Faint Echo
Of Brilliance DarK..:)
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I feel like there are sirens all around us these days
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Can only imagine
Hurricane
With Electricity here..:)
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