View In The Morning

January 22, 2015

Echos of the night fade into the darkess that embrases my every move.

Surrounding me, the darkness fills my lungs like tar.

I am an animal of the darkness but I am alone.

I have darkness within my chest and it flows freely through my body like a serpent.

Darkness is my poison.

I am the darkness.

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