Night
To the day I turn,
Though I fear the sun.
I can not wait for night to fall.
Fall upon my life, and my heart.
I hate the light.
The beams of warmth burn me.
The rays burn my soul,
And steal the truth of who I am away.
The darkness cradles me,
Till the morning comes again.
It sings to me sweet songs.
They comfort the sadness of the mask.
The mask worn by the day.
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