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This Night, This Night

By Alus Shadow

 

This Night, This Night,

It is dark and dreary.

I sit alone,

Weak and weary.

 

This Night, This Night,

Just may be my last.

In this desert of desperation,

I feel hope fading fast.

 

This Night, This Night,

It’s darkness welling up within me.

Yet even evil itself wields no comfort,

Nor does the thought of thee.

 

This Night, This Night,

When the thought of thee doth return.

So many thoughts of you and I,

In my mind do burn.

 

This Night, This Night,

How it is like so many before it.

The kind of eve that says,

“Get in your car… And floor it!”

 

This Night, This Night,

“Jump off that bridge!” It screams.

“End this torture and this Hell.”

My sanity ripping apart at the seams.

 

This Night, This Night,

Why must you torment me so?

What does darkness itself have against me?

Should I end it all and go?

 

This Night, This Night

“Yes, end it!” I hear.

Some how it knows my thoughts,

I am bound in constant fear.

 

 

This Night, This Night

Everyday it screams louder.

“Take Arsenic or Cocaine!”

“They’re just harmless white powder!”

 

This Night, This Night

Screaming for my suicide.

No where can I run from it’s voice,

No where I can hide.

 

This Night, This Night

It’s ghostly screams have never missed.

Somehow it knows I’ve nothing left,

But I don’t think I can slit my wrist.

 

This Night, This Night

What does it want with my life?

Should I give my soul to this screaming darkness?

It would end this constant strife.

 

This Night, This Night,

Knows that in mere moments

My life could be over, my soul lost to darkness.

With no one to give my final atonements.

 

This Night, This Night,

If it wants me it can have me.

I can’t take this anymore.

Maybe when it’s over I’ll be free.

 

This Night, This Night,

Showed me the right pills to take.

Told me to slit these wrists before I fall asleep,

And tomorrow I shall not wake.

 

This Night, This Night,

It is telling you this.

For now my soul scream with this darkness,

Because the razor blade didn’t miss.

 

This Night, This Night,

It still tells me stories.

Of how my blood flowed out upon my sheets,

When I hit those major arteries.

 

This Night, This Night,

Said that someone found me the next day,

It was someone who hated me, like everyone does.

The left me where I lay.

 

This Night, This Night,

Has finally set me free.

I now scream with the darkness,

The darkness is now me.

 

 

 

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