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Dracol Noir Apr 2016
One day, you see a fly.
The next day, you tell a lie.
On the third day, you're being sly.
The day after that, you're acting shy.
On the fifth day, you witness someone die.
The sixth day, you notice the weather was dry.
One day later, what is it that you finally decide to buy?
Written as a poem. Turned out like a riddle with no answer.
If there is, it'd be open up to viewer interpretation.
Dracol Noir Apr 2016
When night turns to day,
shadows come out to play.
Dracol Noir Apr 2016
Here in the darkness,
I will hide.
Come find me,
I shall await you.

Here in the blackness,
bona fide.
There are three
true shades of dark blue.

You ask, what are they?
Lay to rest.
Must I say?
Black, blacker, blackest.
Dracol Noir Apr 2016
It is feeding.
Memories. Flashbacks.
You are drowning.
Sweet, black impurity.
You are drifting.
The world is evolving.
Time stops.
It is feeding.
Darkness consumes.
"When darkness seeps in and blankets your mind in the cruelty of blackness, the one thing your mind rests at is the kindness of death accepting your pain as it devours what is left of your pitiful soul."

Did you know? Original title was "Insanity". I almost always decide on titles after writing.
Dracol Noir Apr 2016
Fly.
Defy
Gravity.
Lie.
Clarify
Insanity.
Shy.
Necessary
Creativi­ty.
Die.

— The End —