Our souls were meant to be entwined, my dawn
You were supposed to be the end to my eternal night.
But now you're gone,
I'm suffocating in an endless abyss of darkness
Darkness so agonizing it pierces the very essence of my being
I no more see a reason to live
I'll reach my hand out
Will you hold onto it?
So our souls can be entwined once again.
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The butterflies of death visited me one night
"Your time has come." They whispered into my ear.
I smiled.
This night would no more be eternal
I will meet my dawn again.
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The Midnight Library
DiversosHas anyone thought about how darkness brings you comfort? What many fear is what brings comfort to some. The midnight library holds a collection of poems and drabbles with a dark undertone. If you are one that seeks comfort in the dark the midnight...
