Pull your blanket above your head at night

and you might feel comfort in the dark.

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I behold the abyss and am calmed.

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The darkness ironically scares you,

you cannot help but think of the creatures.

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I have walked with the Devil and was not alarmed.

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Blood rushes to your head, you fear

what may come next and panic.

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I see black only because I close my eyes

and welcome death.

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You wonder why you get nothing you’ve asked for.

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I wake up and wonder why I didn’t pass in the night,

allowing someone more suitable to be here.

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You regard me with disfavor and hatred.

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I barely glance at you to save what pity I have left.

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You gaze into the darkness,

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I Return The Stare.