By the shade of the dark

Im left with people

People who knows not of me

But they seem so vampiric to me

They kept my blood curling

Shouting and gnawing after what to get out of me.


Woe is me 
To see those worst ones that tries my patience

Who never seemed to ever listen

Cannot fathom where and what i have become

What i can become


Fast forward to click my life now

One of you saw me as i am

Picked me out of the darkness

That i am trying to be in

Asked me to come alongside

Beckoned me to bask in it and see where it will take us

For her and me were masters of our fate not destiny





These were my imps that kept me




Were the birds of Hope itself

Hoping her life and mine will never be the same again

And each time we hold each other

Separated by a single goal

Love of thyself

Through a community of hopelessness, helplessness and bitterness

We are one.

Sweet mother Emily

Sweet sister Sylvia

Father Edgar

In which me and her are in debt of the art you founded and in the shade

We are just pinpricks of 




Variant 2 by artsydhude

Dedicated to Lady P.


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