Night Times' Brooding

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By Broken ♥ Heart •

The night time sits there in his labyrinthine cavern… Brooding thoughts of unhappiness. He gazes into those astral depths of self-loathing and hate, And loses himself in the eternal fire That he calls his life. Night time has nothing anymore. Nothing but the sick thrill he gets when Causing destruction and suffering on the outside world.

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September 28, 2009 23:28izzy

this is really good, it really is desciptive.