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Cold cold all alone consuming through the day I see it every ware in every one even ware I lay I try to drown it out but it’s a sneaky little thing Wandering in my unconsciousness every touch a sting I fight my doubts I tame my fears but still I’m all but dust Writhing in the pane I scramble, my only escape is lust To deny is to misery but acceptance will do the same I’ve spent my whole life fighting it, this sneaky little pain We have a deal between us though, this funny thing and I You se its lust that feeds so my escapes jest makes it nigh Deny it all I wont this sneaky pain of mine It makes me who I am though it t

Are we all note but creatures of the night   Were our normal ambitions give way to dark delight Our fantasies and realities become all but the same   When our fear of judgment is not amplified by day   Whether we know them or deny them our secrets abound Skeletons  in the closet waiting to be found   In the shroud of darkness and the safety of shadows   We creatures of the night flourish in the un haloed   When morning arises and in spite of the proof We pout on  our fake faces, wash our hands of  the troth Deny who we are and what we may do No one lives up to the shrewd ideals made by you We are all not but creatures of desire Putting