

MonsterA man I know I am no longer, I am a hunter, a ghoul, a soulless black being, a night haunter A man of which there is no more, A shell in which a boy used to keep I was man who felt to deep, and the dreams at which he had in his sleep Kept him from ever seeing any peace He used to be a shy, lost soul, But many say now he has none at all His soul is there, just buried deep, to keep him from the pain he keeps Broken, Beaten, black and blue,Monster
Blackness used to cover the hue of a man who was every ones tool used, broken, repair and used again forged out of a steel that w


The NitesideWelcome to the Niteside, We have been waiting for you... Where you can show your true colors for the only color is black.. Where you can be who you are for no one can see through the black, Where once you go in, there is no turning back Where music, pure, sings in the night Where your last true worry, is the burying of what you have been Where you, no matter, who you are in the day, all the lies just dissolve away Where your pain and misery is left at the door Where your point is never truly ignoredThe Niteside
Where no, matter what you may think, there are always others there like you
Where a
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when in deadly danger
and when beset by doubt
run in little circles
wave your arms and shout
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