Always terrified of the Night,
Because, it invited the demons, and
Accompanied every maniac thoughts.
Wide bloodshot eyes,
Tears streaming loosely,
Creeping and hurling for the next morning.
Always scared of the Morning,
You really thought those demons appeared only in the dark?
They spew brevity,
Alongside pain and unwanted headaches,
They find their way,
Break every vessel and live me lifeless.
Always paranoid of the Afternoon,
Pacing back and forth because the night is drawing near,
There's only little or nothing I can bear,
So, instead I dare them to their worst,
Cuss them till they flinch and burst, and
I regret it every night.
This is my cycle of living
In
Agonising repetition.
~ Nusrah 💎
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