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the death throes of the dark
my darkness aches with a hunger
it doesn't like today's lessons
it's an angry little child throwing a tantrum
inside me, I feel it have a meltdown
why can't I have my way?
truth burns
I prefer the shade
don't tell me how to behave
I want to complain
change is hard and takes work
feed me more drugs you stupid jerk
it even threatens
I'll see you in your dreams
where you are helpless
it doesn't know I've been practicing new techniques
for changing the landscape of my nightmares
its voice is getting quieter
barely a snarl now
maybe more of a whimper
because I'm taking away his hiding places
and he can't deal with the truth
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