in the back of my mind if been trying to chase a monster this whole time but i couldent see the monster was me and i was in the sky bring down floods lightning and darkness i am called the dark sky the wrong sky the depresed sky i dont bring life but i bring death hurt deppresion and darkness when i get a hold of you i wont let go but in my imbrase you will find yourself a dark home
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dark poems and short storys
Poezjadark poems short storrys horrer storys and other dark things its a realm where the dark thoughts can roam free so take a deark ticket and follow me
