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It be not the dark out
Nor insomnia as he holds me to my mind
As he seeks for that last breath
He feels I owe.
It be neither the wet noise that
I allowed that night to drown
The house along with me
It may be the hope for hope
Be it the voices
Voices I fear to listen to,
As they cause me to befriend
He, insomnia and they, they that
Drown me all night till dawn,
And night again
They that try to steal from me that
Which I would, willing to give away with my
Last breath, for they all fail.
It be the voices that I fear in
The silence of the night and not
Its dark, making me fall for he that
Helps me keep wake at night,
And they that drown the voices in my head
Along with me
For I would fall for all the evil in the world
To keep the evil inside me in silence
About the Creator
BlacQ Tales Bopape
I am an author. Inlove with the magic in words.
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