| the darkest hour in the darkest corner in the crawl space of reality, he lurks unseen but felt only found in the darkest hour and the most hidden crevice like fire he burns powerful is he but not as powerful as me does he know? on the flipped side he wonders what to do, what can he do? in he darkest hour hold me feel how it is to love the nightangel let me save you the darkest crevice is my own mind the darkest hour is my own time NEXT POEM MY POETRY HOME |