Unhinged the Night
Unhinged
The night
Full fear
Dark dreams
Black
Foreboding
Ghosts
Memories
Haunting me,
Hunting me
And I run
Fleeing
From these miseries
And bury myself
Within the hidden folds of my dread
27/11/1999
The pretentious prattlings of a piss poor poet
Unhinged
The night
Full fear
Dark dreams
Black
Foreboding
Ghosts
Memories
Haunting me,
Hunting me
And I run
Fleeing
From these miseries
And bury myself
Within the hidden folds of my dread
27/11/1999
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