through this night its coursing through these veins of mine and as I lye in the bed of these dark flowers as the wind passes my body I begin to shiver in the night of darkness thinking to myself as I watch this world pass on , and the clouds flow on above me looking at the moon it almost seems peaceful enough to fill the living within the moments tht are shared iv come to realize good and bad truth and lies always seem to fly but in times like this I cannot allow this to pass me by in this hour I have the power to make whats dangerous and safe happen when ever I please ,serving the dark is wht I have come to get use to and risen to take my own path in this time and in this hour .is it this poison or blood that spills on the floor tonight or is is the life of the living tht I smell going by?
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Dakotah
22:18 Apr 11 2014
*passes you a dictionary * Do not be too offended. When you post works for people to read look at the ones who offer suggestions for improvement as a blessing for it means they at least tempted to read what you created. Work on your spelling. Or you can tell me to bugger off and I will not read your journal again. Grammar is important.
tormentor
20:25 Apr 17 2014
I like this very dark almost vampiric