Hysteria
The darkness of the night is when I'm truely revealed
Monsters arise and force to bow down, kneel
Those monsters are the nasty thoughts that live in my head
They tear me apart leaving me for dead
I weep in the silence
But i prefer the night as my mental assylum
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