Darkness is our world
Fear building inside
the stuff of nightmares
In the Shaddows secrets hide
The windows are never left open
Light is never let in
Feelings are never out
And we all live in Sin
Love is a Far lost hope
Mostly we feel hate
Where people think We're evil
For the Things we create
A feeling of lust
For things we may never possess
So we are always in want
But what we lust we may never confess
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