Obsidian Soul
In the dark I feel at home
I own the shadows where I recline
The night whispers secrets,
For no other ears but mine
To fill the yawning darkness
Not one mortal soul I need
I bask under the starless sky
With only night to comfort me
While the witching hour sings to me
My sins are all my own
With no eyes to see my scars
No ears to hear my moans
It's the dawn that fills my heart with fear
With pounding heart and wary eye
I don my mask of normalcy
Wearing fake civility, as the sun begins to rise
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