The Darkness

Sun, 05/11/2014 - 11:57 -- Verdi


When I think of the night,

I no longer feel afraid.

Not sad nor angry,

Just calm.


The night reminds me of us,

At better times.

When we would stare up into the great beyond,

And wonder how we came to be.


The night is an abyss

Of thoughts,

Of dreams,

And it gives the illusion of utopia,

To a corrupt humanity.


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