The shadows dance in the fallen night,the rhythm of the rain burning the passion inside them.
The haunted eyes of ghosts boring into them.
Watching,so intently....waiting for a moment.
And then evil lurkes around the innocent at play.
And the taint is infectious like a bite from a hungry predator.
Zombified,their hearts beat black and untrue,unjust.
The night claims another.
And another.
It doesn't sceice.
We watch in horror,before our own eyes as our loves live within a darkness.
Of which there is no escaping.....or waking.
I desperatley want to fall into it,to find my love.
This is a fate worse than death.
And yet,I'd choose it within a heartbeat.
......If I still had a heart that could beat.
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