Days grow cold as nights become more than the absences of light. The fear becomes a tangible thing as do the thoughts in our head. It seems that they grow stronger and we shrink smaller.
If we can't kneel in the dark then what does it matter if we stand in the light?
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Poems and Rants Of A Killjoy
PoetryAll of my thoughts written down in here... This is a place for those who need a safe haven of sorts. Made by one of your own. I hope you can learn from my mistakes. "Come one, come all to this tragic affair..." -Dead! By My Chemical Romance [ON-GOIN...
