Dead
Evilest of wishes,
Darkness with lostness,
Coming miles around here,
It's like death with extra crises.
Me?
I plant a smile on my face,
But it lies and deceives… what a waste.
I hurt badly… yet nobody sees,
Life is like prison… not a breeze.
Magic
I feel dizzy and weak.
I feel bad, sad, and evil.
I feel power, a wonderful power, a bad power that feels so right.
It feels natural.
I like to believe I'm magic, and special.
But because I feel these emotions…
I feel no one else does.
Darkness
Death is like an open gift,
I wish it could be easily shared.
But the evil soul…
Diminished you whole.
Evil in me…
My soul's engulfed in blackness,
Blacker than can be.
I can't see the shades of Grey,
That's hidden in-between.
The System:
Soulless creatures,
Lifeless bodies,
Sorrowful grievers,
Powerful criers.
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