Twas but this night,
A whispering, screaming fight.
No more then the devil’s ploy,
To bring the darkness back within sight.
Twas but this night,
A whispering, screaming fight.
No more then the devil’s ploy,
To bring the darkness back within sight.
There’s a point where I need to just stop trying, and that’s normally when I realize that my writing sound like an opening for a bad game. I just need to get back into rhymeless poems