dbonart

Dark Soul Moving in contrived obscurity, Shadows are your collateral, affording deceptive sanctuary. Amputating the sense of need for happiness, Manufacturing believable acceptance of a dark soul. What coach can groom fresh spirit To portray visage cloaked in such profoundly shaded guard? To cross the psyche’s threshold, Willingly entering darkness that should be feared. Cunningly distorting reality. Shadows assert dark dominion over a soul, Demanding absolute allegiance, Taking deliberate aim at all that is true and real. Trust ceded to shadows, Life seems reduced to existence, followed by decent into survival. As surviv