Dark Dreams
by Cora Windover

... she bleeds ...

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Black is the color
Of betrayal
Black is the color
Of denial
Black is the color
Of my style
Black is the color
Of mine.

Dead, they said.
He's dead, they said.
But I would not believe
I could see you in my dreams

Gone, they said.
She's gone! they said.
It was easy to decieve
I was guided by my dreams

Heaven's no place for a love-haunted girl
You had to be somewhere, in hell or on Earth
So this is my mantra, this is my prayer
If ever I find you, so I will stay there

Black is the color
So it seems.
Black is the color
Not so clean.
Black is the color
Of my wings.
Black is the color
Of dreams.

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Pertaining to a story in the making called "Sinners"... this describes a certain part of the story, actually more of a pre-story, this is from Evangeline (a runaway angel)'s point of view. For more information on that part, check out my poem "She Bleeds"

If you've read She Bleeds, the You of this poem is Lucifer.

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