When Darkness Comes

When hope is lost and darkness comes
Familiar clouds so full of rain
With faintest sound of distant drums
Relentless echoes of the pain

Familiar clouds so full of rain
So numb that I no longer fear
Relentless echoes of the pain
Take back your clowns, don’t need them here

So numb that I no longer fear
As corpses stir within their tomb
Take back your clowns, don’t need them here
To face this chronic state of doom

As corpses stir within their tomb
Crushed, defeated and subdued
To face this chronic state of doom
There’s comfort in my solitude

Crushed, defeated and subdued
With faintest sound of distant drums
There’s comfort in my solitude
When hope is lost and darkness comes

Aiden Bex
@aidenbex

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