Dark
The Dark.
It is my home
It wraps me like a warm blanket.
When days are hard it is always there
But the dark is where demons reach.
Sometimes they play during the day,
But the night is their kingdom
They ask me to play.
But I refuse, I am stronger than them
Will there be a time where my strength fails me?
I know if I lose that last light of hope
They will get me.
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