How many times, darling night, must I traverse the same road?.. of forced sleep and broken dreams.
Same path, similar destinations.. night in, day out.
Copy paste of the tangible kinds—
leading easily to an existential dread, if you let yourself think much.
One must now fashion a weapon out of ignorance to obfuscate the murky depths of sad realities.
Keep the knowledge at bay, so to say and lead a happy wholesome life.
Tearing away a fabric from night
to stick inside my eyes
that surely you'd wish to pry
with your inky talons
I shan't though give in without a fight
gouge as you must, as you might
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