Eyes slowly open
the senses just reel
that uneasy sensation
within that you feel;
as the cursed sun rises
a realization dawns;
you stifle a scream
betwixt all the yawns.
Another fresh horror
another new day
that you would, if you could
just wish it away.
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Author:
Fränz Müller (
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