Promising Night.
_____________
She looks into my Eyes
where The Dead Things
wait still Dreaming;
pondering Freedom v.s.
Fate.
(Trying to prevent Her
Soul from Screaming.)
Minimized and reduced to
an enlightening afterthought,
by a New and Trusted Friend;
I lash back with Truths that
could be lies depending on
who Hears Them.
(and what they wish to regain
again.)
The Night has never seemed
so Promising to me,
As it does (now) while I
Seek to Hide Myself the Most.
Taking comfort in My Blinding!
(since what I Crave to See Perishes
The Most.)
JS.H.
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