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Night, the blackest of day takes over

When dreams become terror, indecent exposure

Hiding in the corners, where shadows keep

Creeping, awakening from slumber deep

Haunting, with such a clever disguise

As flickering lights, fall and rise

Allowing them to dance with glee

Yet, as dark returns, their symphony

Does serenade my imagination

This singing, without provocation

Realizing now, it’s all part of their scheme

As I awaken to the sound of my own scream



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