The Somber night
Somber night,
grew us apart,
but the truth
of the world.
Is that we all are,
one unique Artifact
we make history
we make lies
but we realize
it no use
to pretend
The Somber night
makes us tired
sleep on guilt
which will make you a liar
Th tears of somber night,
grew us weaker
sky's eyes
warn me
to tell
or yell the truth
it is said
to set you free
Somber night
grew apart
new history
has been made
lies are old
and the truth renewls
my guilt of somber night.
4/8/2011
poem by DarkX 474
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