The shadows dance in the eerie moonlight, foretelling the coming of the dreadful night.
The wind is whispering through the trees, calling, calling out to me.
Saying succulent words of false promises.
Spreading rumors of a paradise without grievances, without pain, without sorrow.
The words slip from its mouth like maggots from a corpse.
So easy to come by, so easy to lie about.
"Kill," they rasp.
"End it," it screeches.
" Die," I think.
And when the sun bleeds over the horizon I realize. It was all just a part of the dreadful night.
-Arasia_Valentia
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A/N Suicide=No bueno.
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Poetry/Short Stories
PoetryThis used to be for my joint account but they all fell off the earth! So I'll just sit here and wait with my bad poetry and short stories. Enjoy! ❤️ (Toolazy to change cover)
