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memories cut likes broken glass

               darkness shrouds my mind like tombstones of the dead though the names remain silent

                     the night so young and the pain so real

            the day never seen by likes of these eyes

       the night rose very pretty  stained in blood and piercing with it's thorns

                       the day now gone memories fade

                                    and

                                the pain stayed

                        the heart aches from the blood stain

             trust broken

           a heart bleeding

           a mind shrouded

           the night feeds my guilt

               the night so beautiful

                                    it's like another world

         it's like a new me

                   i grow tired of the creatures of the night

                     i have become so pale

                         i need you

                   become my daylight in my life

                   become my light in this darkness