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Dec 2018
A nightmare, indeed
Skies that bleed scarlet
Tell stories so heartless lest
The night stars best know
Where we all go in the end
No need to pretend

So come what may
If these demons delay me
I'll fight with deadly ardor
None will see the door peering
In darkness yet leering within
To gaze on my sin

Reflect it all back
No longer just black thoughts
Fine threads each caught together
And scattered to the aether winds
The voice does not rescind life
It ends all strife
Samuel Canerday
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Samuel Canerday  24/M
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