Beautiful and terrifying night,
A monochromatic work of art.
The heavy sheets against my skin
Grow heavy with my heart
Long before the dawn,
With the sunset far behind,
The demons in the dark begin
To whisper in my mind
Minutes after midnight,
A bright soul sits and rots.
The darker the sky
The darker my thoughts.
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Of Suns & Stars
PoetryEmpty pages are a thrilling adventure, and while completion is satisfying, the more you write, the less freedom you have in what you write. That is, if you're writing a novel... Poetry has it's own rules--and far less of them, thank goodness. This...
