In near dawn,
while everything is barely awake
I opened my eyes
or a scream woke me up
She sounded in like despair
Drowsiness of mine was gone
but still I chose to close my eyes
A dark joke for a man full of nightmares,
Sadistic devil's cheap comedy
Lowest form of life, is to be afraid of what you don't believe in.
May 31, 2019
May 31, 2019 at 10:47 AM UTC
In near dawn,
while everything is barely awake
I opened my eyes
or a scream woke me up
She sounded in like despair
Drowsiness of mine was gone
but still I chose to close my eyes
A dark joke for a man full of nightmares,
Sadistic devil's cheap comedy
Lowest form of life, is to be afraid of what you don't believe in.
Mumu
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