Finding My Place in a Lost World


I dance to the fiddler's tune, though not alone
Demons fill the room, these demons are my own
I bleed from my soul an emotional pit
In a land full of darkness a single fire's lit
But every night it falls from the sky and the land becomes dark again
The demons return to my room and fill my thoughts with sin
The endless cycle set in motion my head begins to spin
And my thoughts turn back to darkness retreating to the shadows again
This darkness is my own there's no escaping it
Like a rorscach image I can't comprehend my mind's reshaping it

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