Kill the Night


A monster comes to me, disguised as sanity,
reaches out it's hand and offers opportunity.
The offer beckons me, pleasure is all I see,
thoughtlessly I take it, never to forsake it.
Now revealed, this beast attacks,
slicing my body and stabbing my back.
A clever plan strategized to turn my heart black.
With scythe like claws, it splits open my chest,
decays my heart, and blackens the rest.
It sews me back up, and fades into the shadows.
Externally alive, but inside I'm dead,
with the memory of it's deceit placed firmly in head.
The anger I feel is that of ten men, I crave the chance to secure my revenge.
From here I walk with anger undaunted, yet its the anger I hold that leaves me haunted.
Perhaps I should move past that evil sight.
In hopes that I'll be cured, and kill the night.

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