Loneliness weighs heavily
On the edge of the night.

Somebody told me
It would all be alright.

I’m waiting on that promise
Because I can’t turn out the light.
The shadows are too menacing,
The monsters - just out of sight.

Can’t escape the hunger
Without an appetite,
So I slash with my pen
And I bleed what I write.

But the candle is waning
And hissing with spite.
I can’t hold off the darkness,
So with that, goodnight.

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