Night
It's dark and cold, There's no light to be found. Colors that were once bold, Seem faded and worn out. There's a place where, No one's wrong; all are free. Where you are what you want, not trying to be what you aren't. The hatefilled heart resides here, With Satan singing. A song so true, Yet nothing is true but all permited. Alone today you cried, Alone tomorrow you'll cry. The reaper comes and so we die, Being utterly alone is the reason why. Written February 21st, 2002 © on Feb 21 2002 01:08 PM PST, Jessica Taylor 18 • 0 • 10
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"It's dark and cold,..."