Nyctophile
Darkness is a paradise
Yes for me it's nice
For I am a nyctophile
Who really loves night.
The silence so loud
I can hear every sound
With darkness so black,
My imagination abounds.
In a place filled with darkness
You're all trapped in pain,from the cuts on your skin
To the thoughts in your brain.
But me?I feel no strain.
Letting in the hope in heart,
Never letting the light start
And darkness doesn't seem so bad,
Cause' it doesn't make me sad.
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