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Dreams are bittersweet.
Nitemares are overrated.
I seek the soft, studded velvet above my empty eyes
And note how its glory has faded.
You disappoint me Reality.
You burn me Sun.
You cripple me Life.
With Life, I have just begun.
I am a follower of the nite.
My friends seek blood
And tranquil fright.
I am a follower of the nite.
I riot. I lie.
I grow weak in the lite
Unless it is the stud of a star.
You are a follower of lite.
And you, how I love.
But you must leave with you white wings, and I with my black
For I am a Raven, and you are a Dove.
We have an equinox.
But that equinox is death.
Where nothing matters
Besides breath or no breath.
I am a follower of the nite,
You of the lite.
I died for love
You died because my ally found
You had another female around your finger
And she did my bidding.
And now we are death ringers.
We now stand on an equinox together.
But I'd much rather be apart, knowing you now:
A Lust Follower.
- by insaneheartless44 |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 06/24/2011 |
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- Title: Followers
- Artist: insaneheartless44
- Description: I was so sad and heartbroken, I needed to let it all out. Send me a message if you understand.
- Date: 06/24/2011
- Tags: followers depression death love truth
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