When it’s late into the night
And you are full of fright
Of Ghosts
and unwelcoming Hosts;
Don’t you just dread the Morning?
Waking up to a scowl
on a face, a smile you just cant trace!
Don’t you fear the sun shining
on everything foul,
Bringing into light
Illuminating all the blindness into sight.
Oh! How I wish this darkness
falls always, will, over me for all my joy and happiness.
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