Lightning strikes the ground.
It's bolt lights the night,
Scaring away the town.
It gathers up the light,
From the invisible sun tonight.
In the dead of the night,
It shines so bright.
It then calls upon the thunder to take control,
Now it's job is done and thunder is all alone,
In,
In the dead of the night.
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Depression Is My Kryptonite
PoetryA jumble of extremely depressing poems written by me. And ramblings that feature mood swings every other second. Oh well.
