It’s all scary inside grooming
Like a storm preparing to destroy,
I’m sleepless in realms I loathe.
When those demonic hounds stops,
When a life degrades to noise,
Maybe I’ll sleep forever
To see these feelings subside.
Tonight is not the night I leave,
Tonight is not the night I seek,
Deathra, you hurt more my heart.© sjwordsmith
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