Mr. NightA Poem by The Silver ChordLustful times, sinful eyes, malice in his smile. He walks in the shadows, blending in when he can. He is a creature of the night. Living the dream we all want in secret. He never says hello, never says goodbye. Always gets what he wants, and never gives anything away. He comes and goes, almost spider like in his ways. To most people, he is a nobody. To few, he is a special somebody. Mr. Night has no remorse, no sadness, no love, no peace. He's not one to talk about it. No peace, no love. What a sad existence.
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Added on October 7, 2010 Last Updated on October 7, 2010 Author
The Silver ChordARAboutMy name is Silver Chord, and I too like to party. Generally I'd like to say that I think way too much. All I ever seem to be doing is thinking, pondering, musing over some random thought or idea. .. more..Writing
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