I wait for the cover of darkness to seep into my room.
It comes like a river slowly, and yet it comes to soon.
It darkly tickles my thoughts with satin covered hands.
It's substance massive but unclear it comes from evil lands.
No candle can burn it's body, flashlights all burn out.
I want to scream to heaven, but it's smoke smothers my mouth.
Claustrophobic shakes are running up and down my back.
I'm crying at It's touch, the touch of all things black.
I thought He couldn't hear me, but He came within in a Bright light.
He burnt the eyes of darkness, He came within a bright light.
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