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Witching hours
Quiet is the sound I hear everywhere.
Dark clouds eating up light of the moon.
A terror lurks in the shadows of already dark world.
How did the world fell asleep? I wonder;
All alone under my grey stripes blanket.
Try as much as I did, to fell asleep .
Something's trouble my mind every single night.
I hear my own thoughts amongst this vague shadows loom.
Creek creek sounds of critters cry.
I think I just heard a twig crack!
Go away you darkness creeps; I forced a fake
strong stern face.
But I know deep down this darkness sees through!
Thousands of weight on my eyelid now.
Warmness of my hot blanket feel.
The storm had to take away my sleepy body.
Now once again I'm lost all lone..
Deep in labyrinth where demons lure,
their prey through nightmares which never ends!
To feed on fear of a helpless child.
Will the dawn ever break? in tired please just let me awake.
But this is the witching hour you see.
There's no deal to ever make. Suffer I must, the ordeal of dark master.
Nightmares upon nightmares I lay.
My bed is wet but I don't care.
I'm, but doomed in darkness's will..
Come dawn, break dawn. Shine bright take away dark fright. I'm done for tonight please come just soon!!

© @Simba Mongzar