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Sometimes in solitude lingers the forsaken
as amid a lull of triste The Demons Awaken;
digging a way from mind to the world alive
are nightmares from where insanity divides;
stuck in mind no more they are free to roam
free to haunt us beyond our sleepy dreams;
for they are the rulers ruling ever so vicious
seeming consoling they stay treacherous;
never leaving the crevice they've allocate
always here to lance our heart 'n suffocate;
to flourish toxically and spread like a plague
perishing hopes until one is a living morgue;
evoking dread of a kind worse than before
as morbid tendencies glint 'n wash ashore;
amid their whispers to fall asleep evermore
beings yield 'n fade like blossoms to terrene's lore.
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