Poem 19

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Something Witchy... This way,creeps...
A demon Enters... The door gives an eerie Creak...
My insomniac nightmares are out to get me... A goodbye kiss... I give to my hopes... Of sleep... I'm trapped in the deep... Of Purgatory...
That feeds my forever ferocious vices & fiends... Till I can longer recognize the reflection I see... Staring back...
That used to be me...
Someday... I'll make peace with... my inner tragedies...
I'll wake up... And return to...
Morality & Sanity...

~Aug. 27,2018

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