The Nights Madness
The spell of the darkness soothes my mortal skin,
That I, a mere human feel immortal.
With a new found reasoning, my mind grows more cynical.
That Even deaths glooming portal,
Seems to affects me no more.
That now even I roam the night with madness,
With the rest of the abnormal.
Amusing and alarming it is to me,
What the night does to your mind.
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