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Midnight fell upon the earth and with it came the artic breath of winter. Shadows of trees danced with ravaged motion below the dim, insignificant glow of the street lamps.
The Storm The lightning flashes, And illuminates the clouds. A stream of constant dashes; A watercolour of sound.
The cold night air. Blows frantically without a care. Whipping through my hair. Of the dark I don't easily scare. The darkness of the street. Always used to give me the creeps.
Pattering on the window pane. Drumming fingers of the night. Rhythmic noise rains down. Tiny droplets play with light. Shimmering like tiny stars. Falling from the above sky.
Stepping out into the night, The cold air burns my skin, The lamppost casting an eerie light, Shadows dance across the sky, The world is quiet, I can feel the calm stillness of it all, A different...
The crows' calls are like screams in the morning, Ringing out their ugly warnings, The clouds so dark it's like a new day isn't dawning, No waking up to stretching and yawning.
she can go fuck herself. I walk out of the door and quickly go downstairs, I take off my coat and throw it on the sofa, even though it’s cold outside I’d rather feel it than ignore it right now.
Deep below, underground lair Coolest club with smoky air Come along, ten 'til late Music will intoxicate Feel the rhythm soothe your soul Percussion in a starring role Trumpet player blows his...
It's dark, not pitch but dark enough to know its night. I lay still feeling the rhythmic beating of my heart, my breathing seeming somewhat laboured.