"When the angel on my shoulder finally falls that is when you shall see my demons rise, because unlike the angel you will know when the devil has spoken my thoughts"
- Midnight Hollowgrieve a.k.a me
"No one cares about the sun until it ceases to rise once more, and until the darkness treatens to invade what was once a bright and colorful world"
"Yet they still want more. They want more of it when they have already taken advantage of what had been there all along. Of what had been forgotten but still used".
"The way things work in favor of one's own self seeming to be more important than that of anyone or anything else. How the sun gives light to no end yet it all goes unoticed".
"How everything just seems to be in vain, just a desperate attempt to please the ones who discredit us the most. The ones who can simply never be satisfied of their thirst"
"The thirst for things that must be earned but they still want to be given. For the golden light of the star that shines during the day. But is it earned? No, it is a gift. And like all gifts, should be gracefully accepted and appreciated. But is it really"?
"Do we really deserve such gifts if we are to still complain about the simplest of things"?
-Midnight Hollowgrieve
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The Broken, The Lost, And The Lonley
PoetryBroken; having been fractured or damaged and no longer I one peice Lost; unable to find ones way Lonley;sad because one has no friends or company "Broken, lost, and lonley is what we are and what we will be until we can fix ourselves into one peice...
