Dark Night
When I cry dark thoughts come to mind.
My evil spirits arise, taking me by surprise.
The darkness of the night,
feeds my hunger till the morning light.
My demons come alive.
my drive for the kill.
the thirst for the blood
surrounds me till I wake.
Copyright © Paige Brackins | Year Posted 2006
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