I was a witness to hopes decay,
I was a light on your darkest day.
You were a secret I couldn’t tell;
You were a dream sent from hell.
I know you’ll haunt my every dream,
You will be heard in every scream.
My freedom is something I can never earn,
Even in death I know you’ll return.
As I watch the blood flee from your skin,
I lie waiting for the nightmare to begin.
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Words from the Mouth of Midnight
Poetry(Mostly)All the dark and creepy poems that spill out of my mind, and everything else midnight inspires.