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A silver sky and I lie down

You don't provoke me anymore

These hours try,

And we go down

And horror yields a door

The light outlives the setting sun

End a day to shun

My senses slip,

a lie begun

From all to none

The black as painted by the moon

Colour filth from which we're hewn

Beekon hell it ends too soon

All waning hope and ruin

The storm that rose the crushing gale

Awaken into dismal pale

My senses blank, the sleepers veil

Where and why the burning fail

A nightmare catalyst

Harness delusion