In the abyss of night, of solace and isolation.
Where the demon's dreams haunt my aching heart
While bugs crawl within every crevice from
The deepest pits to the highest parts.
The concave feelings of a minds eye,
And the contentment of an eternal consciousness.
Never again will I
Feel that sweet caress
I crave that sweet release.
To a caffeine's break,
From a restless feat.
I wait for the dawn and wait for the make.
Surrounded by joy,
Ruined by the drowsiness of before.
I shall await the sorrow ploy,
But what will it all be for?
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