The dark is unsettling
Particularly for those who believe
Those who believe the dark is a bad place
A place for the wicked
The wicked who never rest
The dark is cold
The sun droops far too low
An eeriness swoops down with it
The eeriness so dreadful
That many would rather flee
Than face it head-on
The dark is full of surprises
Some may be jumped on the streets
Others are terrified of their own homes
But either way
It's inescapable
All we can do is wait
For another sun
For another light
To come our way
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If Life Doesn't Kill You, Emptiness Will.
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