This celestial hemisphere unveils the outburst of all things seemingly unpleasant.
Nothing can penetrate us outwardly beings from venturing out into this madness,
Spreading our bewitching maladies towards the neglected and the lost.
Love and Hate makes a wonderful marriage, We feel both ceaselessly,
And strut them off willfully.
We may be dark but We are not gloomy,
For our hearts race at the beauty of suspense and uniqueness.
Call Us creepy but We are not savages,
We embrace each other's abnormalities and consider Ourselves rightly ordinary.
Misfits are divine, and the Quiet Ones are appealing, They help Us see things differently.
Dreams help Us stay true, their mystifying visions make us conscious of many things,
Things that are set apart from Our wandering eyes.
Nothing is transient or trivial, We take in every glimpse of overcast skies,
And ramble under the halo of the full moon.
We are akin to semi-darkness,
We are possible to take notice of, but We are never clearly understood.
Guess you can say We are rare forms who appear whimsical,
Until you realize how complexed We are just the same.
Errors don't exist in Our concordance, for we make errors everyday,
They infatuate Us with reasons for behaving the way We do.
We may be walking disasters, But We never comply for the satisfaction of others.
Daunting We may be, but We exist as a beautiful cataclysm.