When dark creeps in and eats the light
Bury your fears on Sorry Night
For in the winter's blackest hours
Comes the feasting of the Vours
No one can see it, the life they stole
Your body's here, but not your soul
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Little Pieces of Me
PoésieSome of my poetry about my feelings, things from the past, nightmares, pretty much anything I guess.
