Darkness exists in the light part of the soul
Illusions so pretty are gaining control
Of that memory part of the brain
It has no path to attain
Head on with the public face
Mundane talks, lack of grace
Lashes of sicknesses employ
Dark spirits to gain and annoy
Wave after wave, no seasons entertain
That memory part of the brain.
When there is nothing left to discover
What romance remains, lovers?
An ultimate dream remains ahead
To discover on the death bed
And when to receive is in control
Only when darkness holds the soul.
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Submission Name: Control
