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"Darkest Me."

I hate the fucking sun, (it's not
conducive to my darkened
mentality),

Wish the clouds and rain would
come and cover and wash it
away, (and yes, even at night, I
wear my shades),

Ironic it is, the place where I live...
In a location with an abundance
of sun and sparse rainfall

I'd feel more accustomed to rain
and superfluous shade

But I guess this is my own private
hell on earth till I can remove
myself from this curse

A Creeping Creature of the night,
I've become; that's why I work
the night shift till 2 and then drink
till 7 and go to bed till 1in the
afternoon


The more I give into this, the more
I have to fake that this isn't who
I am, (not to others but, to myself),  
             
The more lines that I allow myself
to not resist, the more lines that
on my face, appear engraving their
pre-eminence...

And thereby, give me away

This is my daily bread; this is
becoming the sustenance whereby
I am fed

Written by hungrypan74 (Dantalyon)
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