My poems are always unhappy,
Never light and full of hope...
To my dearest diary,
the blood may never end...
When alone in the dark
It gets hard to see...
Open spaces sullen faces,
down and out running after you...
A castle lying deep in the forest
Now turns to black flames...
The moonlight shines
Through the shattered windows...
Bored by the ecstasy
Winding to the death of me...
The night falls,
Shadows call...
Ok first off let me say that im not some emo...
i wrote this poem for my friend to tell her it not...
Blackened By The Night
My lonely soul once soared thru the night...
You come home again in the early morning
Reeking of another woman's perfume...
Climbing on jagged steps from the hell below
Rips and tears throughout her soul she does sew...