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Cold black night awaits, walk among the tomb stones in the rain.
Shroud your life in mystery, intrigue ; set before you a pillow of dark thoughts.
Night terrors go hand in hand with love,
you wouldn’t want it any other way.
You would die a billion deaths, each time for one more shot at life.
It’s not life you hate, or god if you believe that way.
It’s the lies the world wants you to believe,
those lies you hate more and more until you
Can not stand life in this world.
Those icy hearts aren’t ours ; you
wouldn’t trade your compassion for a dime.
In the humble places of darkness;
dwells the greatest of minds.
Fire within the heart, burn it into the tomb.
Beware of false friends, those who lie;
Fear not life or death we cross between the two with every breath we take.
Befriend those without friends ; beware of those with too many friends.
Listen in patience. Don’t waste words on those who will not listen.
Know the moon, it’s phases and times ; note the cycle of dreams in it’s shores.
Morbid thoughts come with the territory;
no one who has lived this many lives and thinks would
Sometimes we look like normal people,
yet the well of dark thoughts runs deep.
There are four enemies ; despair, depression, greed, and hate.
I know you will stay true,
I have hope in you ; like the truth that a rose will always fade ;
You always come back to balance the darkness,
and tell those who lie to shove it.
- ash moonblood 2009