at the end of the night, when i haunt your waking dreams
know that its the ghosts of day
i made for you
they finally reach you as you lay down
hang over you like a weighted blanket
they bring you comfort and mind numbing restless desire
a colossus my heart
a ceaseless seeker
a galloping horse strung tight with fear
tundering through blindly
theres only one dark beakon
its pulsating unseen
but i can feel it, i can feel you
the ground beneath so treaturous
but dread has already driven me wild
its too late
its much too late
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