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The darkness approached

llike a grey cloud in the distance,

harnessing all fifty shades, all the 

masochistic ways, all the tourting games,

all the way through filled with rain,

ready to pour down, ready to make me go insane.

Twisting the cloud, turning it's ego around,

strapped down with chains- to keep it away,

But it wont stray, this metaphoric cloud as a figment

in my brain- just wants to play, feed me with it's darkness,

force me to grow a new way, it makes the rules, so

like each others pawns, we play.