The Blackness Forgives

To be honest, I'm scared. I need to be somewhere quiet and dark.

Has it occurred to no one that I know that such a place is my mind?

That I shelter myself there, where nobody can find me in-between

Abandoned file cabinets and scattered blue cloth, dying gone wrong

In this haunt of unimagined horrors and things that salvage

My wrecked and broken and ripped and twisted remains.

The End

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