Haunted Midnights: Part-1
the clock pointing to midnight
the walls are coming closer and closer
i’m going mad
my biggest fears begins to rule over my mind
scared of my own thoughts
scared of voices that tells me to die
i would put my hands on ears
and close my eyes
the paper says “i’m depressed”
stuck between haunting midnights
a fight between life and death
have no clue where i shall seek shelter
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