The Dark Master
The dark master holds my eyes open wide open
Try to block him with white mind
The dark master wins and holds my eyes wide open
The dark master to strong so I play in his world
Death ok life loss ok gain worry ok relax dark turns to grey
I am strong very strong I push him back into subconscious
The gray turns white my eyes close see him again tomorrow
poem by Bruce Meyerson
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
