By J.L. Moore
Oh happy darkness,
You make me who I am.
No one sees me suffer,
No one sees through my sham.
Forever you've been with me.
I resisted you at first,
But now my beautiful darkness.
I embrace that I am cursed.
For in my darkest hour,
I am never truly alone.
It is you my wicked friend,
Who always follows me home.
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The Life Is In The Blood
PoetryRanked #392 in Poetry 10/29/2016 Featured Story in @_Theveilednight_ Gripping Tales List Original poems, by (as my youngest son says) a 14 year old goth chick living in a 49 year old body. ATTENTION: If you are reading this story on any other platf...
