When night comes,
When No one's Awake,
When the city's Asleep,
And Your head starts To ache.
You Close your eyes,
Dark on Dark
Black on Black,
Despair And Blood.
But No ones awake...
No one to watch You shake and Fall.
You've Built up Walls,
To keep them Out,
For If they Enter,
The stone will wear down.
So You watch and You wait,
Slowly Going Insane.
And Now That you've Snapped,
Oh, Think of the sheets that'll be stained.
One last sigh,
Before You part
No more tyrants!
No More Hell!
Ah, Seems Too good To be True.
Well Isnt That Right.
But Shh Just Shut your eyes,
And simply say goodnight,
YOU ARE READING
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Poetry~Poemish Things Ive Wrotten When bored~ Some Happy, Mostly Not Exactly Just whatever's Running Through My head
