Tenebrosity
Fear is a demon of multiple voices
I don't know which is which
the terror bouncing around the corners of my mind.
Sadness comes like a thief in the night
to steal my will to live
and leaves me with a waterfall of tears I cannot cry.
Anger is the spirit of pointless defeat
my rage the chaos of my own mind
and I'm the only one left to witness it.
Hate is my murderer
patiently waiting to manifest.
The devil in me.
Death is sweet release
or painful sleep,
dreaming of playful sheep.
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