Strangly Im growing more fond of the dark.
Instead of fearing the adrenalin it gives me, Ive developed an addiction for hiding in the shadows.
No one could understand how I find comfort in the arms of darkness.
But if you get left alone with your own demise for so long, darkness seems to be the only source of comfort that engulfs your entire being.
You learn to live without breathing...
and breathe while drowning.
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Chronicles Of Midnight
PoetryComposed of poetry and ideas and scenes from short stories that I probably wont write. A bunch of thoughts that might or might not make sense. #unorganized It gets better the further you read, so just keep reading or skip a few. Me.
