Some very dark synths and a forlorn lead guitar create an anthem for those lost in the dark.
Turn off the lights, and listen to the darkness. Enjoy the rapture.
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Here's an old poem of mine you can read when you turn on the light...
BLACK ON THE OUTSIDE
Walk in shade, and shun the light.
So dark inside, so cold inside.
The ice has touched my heart tonight.
They don't have to be pretty to burn your hide.
Dress in the colour of the night.
Solitary wraith adrift on her tide.
The lunar pull too deep to fight, (so hard)
My sickly one, my cool pale bride.
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Image: bauhaus bela lugosi's dead
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