in the hours of twilight
in the damp, darkened room
beneath the cold moonlight
Shiverings bloom
The young man lies awake with eyes staring blue
The black unending ceiling begins to move
Reading words of pre-dated doom
The young man cries awake with eyes staring blue
If this be my last, let me leave you a note
For my whole dreary life, I've been shunned to the side
Overworn, patched, a scarred tattered coat
Did my time far too long, now I no longer abide.
In memory of dream, I'm released.
In nightmarish scream, i'm the beast.
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