Light is my weakness,
I fight in the dark,
I despise of the lightest,
Black is my mark,
Born in it, lived it,
Evil lurks beneath me,
Dark is always my pick,
Its my life's key,
The light is with you,
Yet you can't see,
And someday you'll rue,
Not picking dark, like me.
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!!!! www.happycows.eu. Helo! รa Va? The name's Dana, Dana Dana, (Day.na). I'm 13, come from a big family of very... loud people, despite that I am quiet, and keep to myself. I like spongebob (He made me who I am today.) I usually write poems, sometimes a story, and blogs if I'm lacking in poetry ideas. 'One can be addicted to a certain type of sadness' unknown person, please stop writing about me. ยกยกยกยก
Standing angel, wings of light, how is it your not as bright. Dark in the light. The bleeding sun you rejoice at the sight. What is this in your wings of gold. Strings of black appearing.
Bleak and barren moor of ills,. How well you hide your secret still,. All those long and silent years,. You lay there mocking as the tears,. Did flow as if a dam did break,.
By now I've grown to like the darkness. Full of mystery, full of beauty. Surrounded by pure blackness, invisibility. Once my greatest fear, has now become my savior. What I once hated I now adore.
Kind of a song... Kind of a poem... Enjoy.
Is a kiss a kiss, When your strangling to death. Is the passion real, When I can't take a breath. Is an embrace true, If you can't at all smile. Is hug a hug, When you only hold a while.
Midnight kiss,. Morning bliss,. Angels lips,. Resting under. clouded eyes in the mist,. Roses die & claim the unmissable,. Giving, taking something to miss,. Untouched,. Locked in a monsters chains,.
I am depression The raging river of darkness That cuts through your conscience The dread you fear Whispering in your ear I am depression I feed on your pain With that so much power do I gain I...
Another daybreak looms. In misery towers HQ. As many stars as rooms. Space for me and you. Sunlight can not reach. Its musty halls and stairs. Lessons we can not teach. Lost amongst its dingy lairs.
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