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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