May 15, 2009
By Anonymous

Sitting alone in the still darkness,
Of the night that lays over the world,
A dark velvet blanket to protect us,
Though truly it only arises thoughts and creatures,
Ones of darkness and evil.
Alone I do sit,
Allowing these creatures to feast,
On my breathing body and rise dark thought,
Of what I see I truly am,
Just to prove to myself once again,
That I am to wait alone for death.

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