DARKNESS BEFORE LIGHT
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Pale though the eyes
Lips are scarlet from drinking blood ...
Born in the night
The heart of darkness evil incarnate ...
Dreaming of blood
The fangs white baring...
Revealing the lust
The eyes pale staring...
- anonymous
"You can only see stars in darkness, darkness is not adequate when you get accustomed to it. Darkness has it's own beauty" he said
That's when I realised the real meaning of darkness- it's not only the absence of light But where I feel comfortable in my own company. That's the reason he left me back in the darkness, to let me search myself and the light after the darkness......
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