Darkness finds its prey in their worst moments.
lost in the solice, sacred solitude, squandering sparadically.
Spastic in the frozen elements, the blaze of my eternal waking moment.
caught in a landslide by the secrets of the nightime.
Standing in the silent embers of the shadows.
swallowing the bitterness of the voices echoing in my head.
swinging from the gallows of my past hanging in my memories.
hollows that willow in the empty caverns of the dark.
trapped in the holding cell of the monsters and demons.
caught in the violent wrath of existing hoping for a means to end.
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