Night falls,
but yet im awake,
is this a dream?
Or has a spell been cast over me?
Am i partaking in something wrong?
Something not experienced by the faintest of hearts.
Eradicate this from me,
take me down in shadows pity,
release me from the burdens of night,
intoxicate me with the ambien,
as it toys with my mind,
tricking my emotions and thoughts.
But, still you're here..
Haunting my dreams, reducing them to nothing.
Thoughts and emotions of sadness,
succumbed, and laying,
in the belly of my heart.
Please, press this button,
and rewind me, to get rid of this disease.
This evil that brings fourth sadness,
with each arising sun.
Then, a sound of solitude comes over me,
the sound of something pure,
something genuine brought over this demon of the night.
The sword of love, striking into the bowels of the shadow,
releasing me, my dreams, and all that is good.
My hero riding in its stride of courage,
into the deep, dark, night of never.
Avenging something I could not,
and casting a spell,
that has not been casted over days,
but then again....
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