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Blood moon
Slowly wandering the halls of my soul where did I go wrong
each door i open is empty
no laughter, no crying, no joyous Melody, no sad songs
an empty church with pillars of dead flowers
red curtains upon curtains saturated with pain and tears
the blood moon pores light into my dark tunnel and swallows me whole envelopes me with light of a new day a new hope that I can and will exercise my demons and hopefully soon before the vampire smell the blood
each door i open is empty
no laughter, no crying, no joyous Melody, no sad songs
an empty church with pillars of dead flowers
red curtains upon curtains saturated with pain and tears
the blood moon pores light into my dark tunnel and swallows me whole envelopes me with light of a new day a new hope that I can and will exercise my demons and hopefully soon before the vampire smell the blood
Published 26th Mar 2018
Author's Note
Moonlight was playing when I wrote this and this is what the song was bringing out in me
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