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Every night it's a struggle Everyday it turns into a fight Can't get these things out of my head Yet they're always out of sight It's all ..

Can't you see the monster? Can't you see? That thing; Hideous monster. It's me.... They say a vampire's reflectionwillnever show, So why allo..

They say life is supposed to be beautiful, it's supposed to be grand. They say we are all created by "God", but me, I'm born in the devils ha..

Fear courses through my body, The tremors pulse up and down my frame, All I see is billows of black. My body shakes at the very thought Of..

Another untitled piece. Any suggestions?

It's untitled, mainly because I have yet to think of a proper title. Any suggestions would be appreciated.