Standing still out in the dark,
shimmering light shining through,
the silence can almost be sensed,
the moon continuing its endless journey
through the skies.
Lifeless trees standing there waiting.
a pathway leading to darkness.
the time has stopped.
long black nails reaching out,
trying to get their hands on the throats
of those who dream.
Helpless cries from the night
Long sharp spikes rising up to the air.
The roses have died.
Under this damned sky no living
thing can survive.
Waiting in the shadows the fate lies,
buried deep into the sins of this world,
to the minds of those who thought they
would be pure.
No one can know the truth if there isn't one,
the blood on the ground stains the mark.
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