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there's a eerie stillness in the silence 
of a lonely night 
I hate the way the moonlight casts 
the images of of things from the past
as shadows pass 
the silence is shattered by the demons 
that plage me 
listen to their whispers
My sins are many
too many to even
know where to begin
what is of paradise to me
it doesn't take long for me to know 
what it is I miss 
my mind is a canvas that I make my own
I'll let some be shown depending on the mood 
showing my secrets may be dark
but my love was true
she is the darkness which will always remain
who follows my footsteps and whispers my name
a face that’s haunting me