Array ( [sid] => 89593 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Night [time] => 2005-04-01 15:13:41 [hometext] => i wrote this in school a while back but changed a few things [bodytext] => Night is the fear in your soul
Makes you feel isolated and alone
With a face as white as the breast of an owl
Lips of red
Dripping in pure poison
Fingers of ice
Hair of silk
Gliding softly
No sound,
But always the sense of terror...
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Night
Date: Friday, 1st April 2005 @ 03:13:41 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: Dying_Angel
Night is the fear in your soul
Makes you feel isolated and alone
With a face as white as the breast of an owl
Lips of red
Dripping in pure poison
Fingers of ice
Hair of silk
Gliding softly
No sound,
But always the sense of terror...


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