Another night watching the clock in silence
anticipating the rise of nightfall
sinister intentions hide behind his hollow eyes
letting darkness cover the malevolent hostage takeover.
Bear witness the coming of secluded evil
confidence cowers in the day
but finds itself amongst the reign of night
and possessed urges.
Memories of pain provoke the brute force which dwells within
everlasting immortal silence through suffocation
on demon wings, he shall fly
vacant his sanctuary stays,
A veteran patient too a psyche sanitarium.
Raging black the color of his conscience
at first sight of the darkened dawn
he burnt the thought of angels
underneath the moon
bringing with it an intoxicating sensation
of endless animation.
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Good dark write. Beware the sunlight though.
Dark, but a great write
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