Still of the Night


Still of the night,
full of dread and tears
leaking with blood
embracing your fears
Still of the night,
you dare to be strong
sights may be surreal
but they seem e everlastingly long
Still of the night
full of memory
anger, fear, and dispare
thoughts you dare carry.
Still of the night
times running out
for you i wish the best
and to let yourself sprout.

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