The House of Sorrow

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The house of sorrow only knows pain
With constant clouds and pouring rain
The house of sorrow feels so heavy
It can barely hold steady
The house of sorrow is filled with tears
That seem to have been flowing for years
The house of sorrow is abundant in misery
Leaving only the wish for liberty 
The house of sorrow is ever consuming
Like the dark shadows looming

Veil of Darkness

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In the darkness we thrive
Where misery derives
Behind the black veil we bloom
With the skeletons we exhume
In the shadows we find comfort
When gaiety is cumbered 
The darkness is a close friend 
In the darkness we will always descend


Photo by Elina Krima on
You don't know my grief
You don't know my pain
You don't know my demons that drive me insane
You don't know my fears
You don't know my doubts
You don't know how sometimes I wish I could block it all out
You don't know what it's like to be me
You don't know what it's like to walk in my shoes
You don't know what it's like to feel beaten, broken down and bruised 
No one will ever understand what it's like to live in this solitude