In the darkest hour of
the night, where the moon
is the only light, as the rays
shines throw the dark trees,
a rose is born from the moonlight.
This immortal life is what everyone wants
But
They know not of the truth of it.
Everyday there is a never ending
darkness and this cold feeling.
The sun gives no warmth for my
pale skin.
There is this never ending thrist that
always trying to take over. And everything
you gets taking from you.
Your always alone in fear of what happens
when you lose all control. I don't wish this
life for anyone, so think before you act.
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