~The pitch of the night~
In the pitch of night,
is when I lose the fight.
I feel the echoes from,
the past pulling at me.
calling, screaming,
laughing,kicking,
and clawing at me.
The darkness knows,
how to lie and always,
dares me to come over,
to the side were the shadows,
live to become a bump,
in the night.
I fight with all my might,
yet they always come,
they know my name.
There is no escape,
as I feel my soul rapped,
in the pitch of night.
Longing for the light,
the darkness pulls and always,
offers a hand keeping me,
always from whats right.
My head is tired,
yet my soul is always,
full of fight.
I surrender to the demons,
that come they all know,
my name in the pitch,
of the night!
~Inkmaster~
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