Darkness
It wacths me
All ways there
In a diffrent form
Quick and wicked
Darkness
Is all ways ploting
Attacking & destroing
Its nature is to cover
To get you in its grasp
Darkness its a thin blade
Slice & cutting
Till you can feel a thing
Numbing you from the light
takeing over you
Becomeing it tool
In a cascade of ways
you wish you werent here
Makeing this mistake
You shake its hand and you soul it sold to the darkness
In a red and black hooded cape.
nolonger a mistake
dark_moon_star Community Member 
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