by Caneel
(Maine)
Creeps in at night
When you lay there, still
When you lay in a pool of moonlight
When you're okay, until
It's gone, you're there
On the brink of it all
The darkness, the madness
Looming tall
It pulls at your hair
Tugs at your skin
The blood pushes to the surface
It takes what's within
And the redness escapes
Your surface is painted
Stretch out your hand to see
No doubt, you're tainted
It makes you go insane
It leaves you in the rain
Staining tar with red
Words running through your head
'I wish...'
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