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Drowning is misery,

of thoughtlessness decay

The shadows engulf me

like a cunning predator

And I am its prey, helpless and alone

Without a prancing light to lead me away

The sombre noises of the darkest night

play in my head and their music is madness

I am their prey, confused and haunted

Without the insight to keep them away

The stars are trying

to lure me to their light

The fire's calling me

to share its warmth

The wolves are howling

to keep me on my toes

The owl is watching me now

He sees my movement

from within the trees

He senses unease

and stares a little closer

He smells my flesh

from which will be a feast

Of night's unholy minions.

Lying in peace,

no more air do I breathe

The rats pick and prod

and scavenge from my bones

I am their prey, a blissful winter feast

And now I smile, the pain has gone away.