| NocturnalChilde
I am a childe of the night,
living in the shadows,
living a lonely existence,
that no one understands.
For when you are a childe of the night,
you belong solely to the night,
and no one or nothing,
will ever be able to share you again.
So seductive and mysterious was the night,
that I gave of myself freely,
and now all that I know,
is the cold, cruel, empty night,
that I must live with for all eternity.
I am a childe of the night,
living in the shadows,
living a lonely existence,
that no one understands.
Written By NocturnalChilde
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Comme les fleurs du mal
Un amour fatal
Comme les fleurs du mal
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You're Truly
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You're Truly
BlackAuster,
Soon to be famous nutcase.
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