Preoccupy my soul,
Fill my feet with lead, my head with a fog,
Leave my heart with a hole,
Darken the skies, though the sun shines forth bright,
With clouds of stagnant brains,
Casting everyone in a dirge of gloom,
Blackness spilling from my eyes, uncontained,
Avert them from the truth begging freedom,
Amidst this holy terror,
Enwrapped by binds with knots so entangled,
They've encircled my core,
Then I wake up,
Though sleeping I was not,
The patina of gloom is scraped away,
Drained, I sleep now my demons have been fought.
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