

watcher in the nightin the darkness i sit watching people go to and fro wondering where my next meal will be. the darkness is my life but i hope for light. the only light i get is when i feed on an innocent. should i take the mother who is walking home form a late night leason or the thug on the street corner? neathe would tast well, then i see something that gets my dead heart pumping a young women is walking to her car her fear is strong even from where i am she is the one. i leave you now just rember you may be my next mealwatcher in the night


darkness in mehear the sound of darkness it fills me in and out swriling around the would knowing that it is in control knowing that we are all pawns seeking the light though most dont know that we need out to have the outher we need darkness the see the light pain to feal plushre dispare to have hope it takes death to have lifedarkness in me


my insanitydarkness in my mind and body it causes fear and doubt. my mind races with the hope of balince and freedom but the chains of the mind hold me to the earth i wish for the balincemy insanity
inside of me to be restored,though i will never have the peace or joy of it. most say that i
am insane. is it insane to hope the darkness in the soul will return to balince? is it insane for me to help outhers when i need as much or more help myself? is it insane for me to love and yet hate the wrold i was born in? is it insane to love the darkness that binds me? maby so but insanity is all i have
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when you see darkness in your self you know all is good in the world
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