WHEN THE BLACK MOON RISES AGAIN
In life my eyes were very empty
no trace of love was in my soul
I tried to find compassion
but my heart was just too cold
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Happiness has never known me
not then not now nor ever will
I've accepted who I really am
as i sit upon this lonely hill
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This grudge I hold against them
their warmth their beating heart
While mine is cold and empty
as it was from my mortal start
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The darkened bitter sunset
slowly fades then disappears
hiding solely in its destination
behind the mountains tiers
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As the darkness starts to lighten
I close my eyes from immortal sin
my thirst for blood shall awaken
when the black moon rises again
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~ Angellynn ~
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