~Poetry by Morbid1~
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CALL OF THE NIGHT

I hear thee beckoning
From the darkness
And I shall answer back
To thee in the night
With hope that thine own
Voice shall reach thee
Through this shadowed world.
For thine own soul is 
Departing from thee to leave
Thine self empty and 
Alone to rot and conform to the 
Nothingness that is 

Thine own life.



DARKNESS

Within the dark 
corners of this 
world between 
reality and the 
dream realm the 
lost souls of this 
old world are lost 
in peril, doomed to 
walk the dark, 
dreary and lonely 
recesses of the 
demented. Yet 
these souls will 
suffer a better 
fate than that of 
the living. The 
living is doomed to 
walk in the light 
and to be put 
through the test of 
life and to the 
truth of death and 
to which some will 
be spared this fate 
by going to Heaven 
or- - - -Hell .



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