come, darkness;

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Come, darkness,

let me sleep in your

loving hands.

Let me cry on your

slender shoulders,

Let me be afraid,

let me be weak,

Cause being strong

feels so wrong.

Let me feel sanity

in your lullaby,

let me feel I'm

alive,

and feed me your

curse,

if that's the only

way I can not feel

worse.



Come, darkness,

my loving friend.

Swallow me in your

throat,

devour my soul,

I'll give you my all,

only by midnight's call.






toie
otrd
xx--




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