All is well until night falls
Then my doubts start to arise
Each sinister demon bids me a call
And my crippling heart feels its demise
Silent is my blackened room
My soul pulled by unhinged desires
Perhaps I should assemble a tomb
For the death of the once inspired
The night rips away my love
While its replaced with loveless lust
Darkness consumes me like a drug
And the things I know to be wrong become musts
I feel as repetitive as a clock
And as clingy as a hair
The night made me a person I’d mock
Someone who, during the day, I could not bear
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