::: Here Comes the Night :::

Here comes the night
In its opaque wonder
Staring down at me
From omnipotence
The night is wet paint concealing its stars
Here comes the blackness,
My never ending Sadness
The insanity sets in with the cool stilled air of winter
Here comes the night, from horizon to the never-ending
The pretending,
The purple minded bleakness,
My weakness

Written by: ~ Robert Carbajal

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