My weakness is lit up
By the blacklight
It is my heart
That is hiding in the night
I don't have the feeling
That I should hide
But I should be hiding
For the demons of the night
The loneliness that I felt
Has now compensated with fear
All the people around me say:
"Don't be scared, dear"
But I'm not scared of the demons
Nor my weakness, nor the blacklight
It's the people that frighten me
The music, the noise and all the colours I see
The loneliness that I felt
Has now compensated with fear
All the people around me say:
"Don't be scared, dear"
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Depraved Lullabies
Poesiathe thing he'd die for he dies by These are the depraved lullabies from my dreams. - this poetry collection is featured on @StoriesUndiscovered! READ AT OWN RISK CONTAINS TRIGGER WARNING TOPICS
