In shadows deep, my words reside,
A legacy of darkness, I cannot hide.
From ink-stained pen, emotions spill,
A poet's heart, forever still.
Through twisted tales, mystery unfolds,
Each verse a riddle, waiting to be told.
Grim images, etched upon the page,
Sorrow's symphony, an eternal rage.
Ghosts whisper softly in midnight's ear,
Despair and anguish, they hold dear.
With eloquent language, I dance on despair,
Crafting haunting verses, truly rare.
Each line a dagger, piercing the night,
Unveiling secrets hidden from sight.
Through poetry's prism, emotions shine,
A reflection of darkness, truly divine.
From the depths of my soul, darkness springs,
A symphony of words, the despair it sings.
In shadows and silence, I find solace rare,
My legacy, a dark poet's eerie affair.
©viralfreak
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