When the sun goes down
And night conquers day
I am left
Exposed
To the horrors I create
The darkness closes in
And I hold no shield
To protect my tortured soul
From the horrors i create
The reasons and the thoughts
Bounce and twist and warp
Until they become
The horrors I create
They taunt, torture, and dangle me
Scarring me for life
I am choked
By the horrors I create
The moon looms over
Watching silently
The moon does nothing
To protect me
I am left exposed
To the horrors I create
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