By Aralis
I am darkness
I belong to the night
And the night is me
When the sun goes down
I emerge from my lair
Dressed in black
Like the shadows of which
I am a part of
I sit in darkened rooms
Contemplating the horror
Which I have become
Seeking more of my kind
So we can bond in
Our common nightmare
But alas!
The sun is on its way
And I must hurry home
To get ready
For my job at the mall
I'm not sure what's worst, the poem or the illustration.
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