I feel the movement of demons in the dark
but they are only formication beneath my skin
what lobotomy of mind will spare me from
the ignorance of my fears?
I laugh and spite in the high noon of life
but at night it's regret I find myself in
I feel my own sorrow move in the dark
and within the comfort of tears...
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