Awhile I lay till dawn of day.
Come night in spite my weary eyes immure.
Moonshadow seeps through my window way.
To haunt a cadaver of misfortune.
Living death, afflict me at will.
Stoke your stake across my wooden heart.
Allay my jaundiced soul affray.
Evermore, and unsaid.
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Author:
Dorian Dark (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Overthinking + Insomnia makes a splendid evening, said no one.
- Category: Reflection
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