DarknessFrom the darkest corners they comeWavering in the candle light on those most hollow of evesWhispers of a forgotten timeA time of madnessA time of sorrowA time of morbid pleasure at the prosperity of deathThese creaturesThese thoughts burrowed ever deeper into our beingSeething under my fleshTearing at my mindLost am ILost in a cacophony of sound and beautyPleasure so abundant and yet never foundHope brings me backHope caresses my cheek and makes me thinkWhat a world this isWhat beauty it holds, butThe darknessIt comes again, laughing and cryingA symphony of horror dances to a beat most known to meAs my
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