PhotographyLights

Why do us creatures of dark intent, Hate the light that befalls us everyday? For it reveals hearts so cold, souls twisted and bent. And shines upon a world I wish not to stay. Looking into my reflection, In those deep blue hues I see, I know there's no protection, From that monster staring back at me. Malice and torment haunt my mind, Silent sobbing in my breath, How long do I wait until I find, The peace of mind in my death? I look from the scars on my wrists, To the rising moon in the sky, I feel my paws forming into fists, Before I fall to the ground and cry. The rain hides my tears, The thunder my cries, But reguardless