Night's Dark DayThe Sun. We hunt without it and yet we are always haunted by it. We ne'er dare look upon it yet it stalks our souls. It chases us down the alleyways of our past opening doors damned by our ill deeds. I have forgotten the brilliance of its rise on the horizon yet i have been doomed to its life's leftovers The Night. Let him forever sway me to wake in His chest, stirring in the blackened corners of His horror. I drip the death of thousands down my chin while you stare at me with longing in your loins. I am Night's monster. His chosen warrior of this black haven. But for we it be HEAVEN... &nNight's Dark Day
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If you do not breathe through writing, if you do not cry out in writing, or sing in writing, then don't write, because our culture has no use for it. -Anais Nin
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