The Dark that follows
Im lost in my own dark little world,
it has four walls,
a window,
& a door,
Its forever 3am and sleep escapes me once more,
Im doomed to lie here,
with only my conscious as comfort,
& the dark as my friend
Only i know what's said in the dark,
what's done in the dark,
I'm left to myself in the dark,
The sandman,
he is no savior,
for he has not come tonight,
now I must seek the safety of day,
of light,
Only hell is alike,
with purgatory for dessert,
I can only hope,
for sweet sleep,
Tonight...
poem by Lost Butterfly
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