Is it too late now?
I wonder if the darkness of the night is hovering on my heart.
Yes, perhaps No.
I don't know.
There are many Questions for which I know not the answer's for.
The red flying eye's of the night chasing me deep into the damp cave.
Ultimately leading me to the dead end.
End of me It shall be.
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I Hope, I Wish
PoetrySometimes when it seems that all is dark remember after night there is always a dawn, no matter how long it takes it will always come. These are some thoughts that I get and sometimes my emotions. I really hope that I can forget the reality and liv...
