Sometimes, when we fight for the light, fight against the darkness, fight for what we believe in.
Sometimes, it can get tainted, tainted as dark as the blood stain is on your hand.
Sometimes, what we don't notice is, we were fighting for the wrong side.
But we don't realize it, until it's too late to turn back.
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Dark
PoésieDarkness had no remorse. Light gives kindness. Darkness thrives in the flame of hell. Light bathes in the pure rays of heaven. Both are different. Both are opposite. But both need each other. It's funny how fate works. *•°*•°*•°*•° Short poems and m...
