In the DarknessIn the DarknessIn the Darkness
“A creaking in the night,
I wake to this Black prison,
enclosed in the room of Black,
trapped in my gloomy Solitude,
no light visible at the door,
my room, my prison, my solitude,
one in the same I lay here,
night after night,
so I sleep on,
trapped in my Black Room,
In his world of dark,
he waits,
waiting for the gloomy scream,
that signals a start,
to his dark job,
listen for that silent laugh,
that tells you he is there,
he sings out his song,
‘I am the Reaper,
come to me’,”
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When life gives you lemons, write about the experience.
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Spared no expense.
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