Searching for our shelter, we enter immortal tombs. The darkness surrounds me almost in contentment. I would rest if my twisted thoughts didn't keep me from slumber. Tears of blood run down my face. I rub the black around my neck, not for any beliefs, just thinking of better times.Times when the sun didn't hurt my eyes, times I still felt remose. Innocent blood spilt every night. Swathed in the evening's ebony aura. Why does my life cause me so much pain? I am strong. I am a creature of the night. I refuse to sustain my bawling, fear and weakness I will not show. I try in vain for the sleep that I need. We will rise again tomorrow dusk. Not because we must, another myth, it's simply that the moon's more erotic and and the twighlight is so freeing. I can scense Fallamhain restlessness nearly. I wonder what keeps it up? My mind keeps twirling around thoughts and eventually I drift off to sleep. But mine doesn't rest with the rest of my body.
Elena Helms
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