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From the time the sun sets, the time moon came, the time world sleeps, the time nothing remained same... the hour before sunrise, the little time left for the end of the nigh .. the visible last star, tells the story of that dark hour.. the seem less sky, the rustling winds, the eerie thoughts, whistling to me , my sins, it was the time clock stopped, the world became quite, the cold sets the room, it happens every night.. the rain drops on my window, making faces in the dark, for i , i am laying down the bed, hearing a dog bark.. the past , sleeping beside me, staring at me with its eyes red, all these years have passed, still those blood stains, haven't yet shed... i hear them scream, i hear them speak, which is enough , for me to freak.. the night is terrifying, more than knowing my doom, the crackling noises coming from the outside, gives chills to my room.. just then i saw a black mist, not that afraid now, it came closer to me, i was ready to welcome it with a bow, for the mist could kill me at that time, which is better than the memories killing me all the time, suddenly,there are no more audible voices, the dreams became peaceful and serene, i finally found my way, i am coming clean, now that the hour has passed me by, and i can say it with a sigh.. i was the savior, i had the guts, to walk the tallest tower, to live that darkest hour.

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The Darkest Hour

From the time the sun sets, the time moon came, the time world sleeps, the time nothing remained same... the hour before sunrise, the little time left for the end of the nigh .. the visible last star, tells the story of that dark hour.. the seem less sky, the rustling winds, the eerie thoughts, whistling to me , my sins, it was the time clock stopped, the world became quite, the cold sets the room, it happens every night.. the rain drops on my window, making faces in the dark, for i , i am laying down the bed, hearing a dog bark.. the past , sleeping beside me, staring at me with its eyes red, all these years have passed, still those blood stains, haven't yet shed... i hear them scream, i hear them speak, which is enough , for me to freak.. the night is terrifying, more than knowing my doom, the crackling noises coming from the outside, gives chills to my room.. just then i saw a black mist, not that afraid now, it came closer to me, i was ready to welcome it with a bow, for the mist could kill me at that time, which is better than the memories killing me all the time, suddenly,there are no more audible voices, the dreams became peaceful and serene, i finally found my way, i am coming clean, now that the hour has passed me by, and i can say it with a sigh.. i was the savior, i had the guts, to walk the tallest tower, to live that darkest hour.