Lately my dreams,
Don’t wait till I sleep,
They pool on my pillow,
Like the tears that I weep,
They open the curtains,
To the demons I slayed,
Giving life to the shadows,
And the battle’s replayed,
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Lately the memories,
Are too much to bear,
They blanket my heart,
I can feel myself tear,
The night is the baker,
That kneads at the beast,
It feeds on my guilt,
And my blood is its yeast,
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Lately I waken,
Each morning adrift,
The repose of the blameless,
No longer a gift,
The devil is coming,
And he’s calling my name,
The refuge of daylight,
No shelter from blame.