The Night
The daytime creeps upon me
I see it and walk towards
I have been waiting for her
But it burns to love
She fades to black
My fury inside
My darkness of soul
I realise the truth
But feel no sorrow
And in the beginning of life
The universe said
You are the night
Saturday 30th July 2016 8:08 am
The Destroyer
I can't do anything
Even when I try
It is destroyed.
It's my fault I can't fix it
They're relations
Broken.
Crushed her heart
Crushed his soul.
Miles away I screw
Things up.
Not to mention my problems
At home.
Destroyed
Could it all be worth it
Is it all just an illusion
What's the purpose
When I only destroy.
Saturday 30th July 2016 8:05 am
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