Oh, the darkness deep within me
aches for chance to surface.
I hold it at bay to no avail.
I have no control over my emotions
or this horrid darkness.
My soul as black as the night and my
heart as cold as ice.
No way to keep these tormented thoughts
from surfacing.
To protect my friends from my darkness
I resign into the cold embrace of death.
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~Queen of Hate~
and remember folks imitation is the sincerest form of flattery
and remember folks imitation is the sincerest form of flattery