Thoughts that do occur sometime,
Unknown is their origin.
Popping up from somewhere in,
Darkness being their main theme.
Dark desires that raise their hood,
When everything is silent by.
Making the body a relentless tool,
Holding sway over moods and minds.
Reduced to being a slave of mind.
Can't let anything hinder.
Goaded by the dark desire,
To be reduced to a cinder.
Unknown is their origin.
Popping up from somewhere in,
Darkness being their main theme.
Dark desires that raise their hood,
When everything is silent by.
Making the body a relentless tool,
Holding sway over moods and minds.
Reduced to being a slave of mind.
Can't let anything hinder.
Goaded by the dark desire,
To be reduced to a cinder.
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