Poison
Cry, for the light has shunned my presence
Afraid of the darkness and its appearance
Craving love and less loneliness
I don't understand hate and hopelessness
Running away from the terror and fear
For scaring me are the Demon's careers
Screaming louder and longer
Still no one hears
Yet silence couldn't ring softer in my ears
Moving and soon to be still
Completely afraid of the one who kills
Knowing the killer isn't my enemy
Yet still I search for the remedy
Increasing velocity faster and faster
No longer able to ignore the danger
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