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In the twilight hours, when madness sets in
And the darkness engulfs you, when terror begins

Blurred in reality, a turn of events
Nothing around you makes any sense

Longing for sanity to visit again
Never really knowing where it has been

Torturing dreams that fly through the night
Grasping and grabbing, in torrid delight

Cause you to stumble, turn away from the real
In the hands of the devil, your soul, his steal.


Afterwards January Prompts – Madness – Day 21/31

Originally posted Β©2016 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved for NaPoWriMo, fits Michael’s prompt perfectlyΒ  πŸ˜‰
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