-nighthawk:
The nighthawk that's afraid of the dark
Stays up to protect his heart
With a mind wired by the creative
That won’t cease until he finishes his piece
He draws to put himself at ease
To give himself peace
Every night well past twelve
Putting his head through hell
Before he rests it on his pillow
Which he clutches as he is hopeless and hollow
The painting of agony is what brought him peace and calm
The same painting that brought his peace near
Was the catalyst to his nightmare
Through the night tantalized by fear
Vexing and nagging his ear
The dark’s cold leer
Haunts him still
Till he wakes
In his ashes
And asks
Why
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