The past is past, it is the present that I am sad about

9 04 2013

I see the Night as a Silence that stands before me
I see the Silence as a Monster that wants to devour me
I beg and cry but the Monster just stare at me
Still as every Night
I roared, I hallowed
I sink and dig my claws into it instead
I thought of victory but all is still
You know You know You know
The secrets we keep in our bosom still

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