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They ride into my mind, in the darkest part of the night.

Full of hatred and despair, they are indeed…yessss.

Each night that they visit, I can feel what they do to me,

I can feel all that they take.


They take my light,

piece by tiny piece, they take and they take.

They devour; they live off of the light they steal.

I am their hay and their water, I am all they require to live.


Yet, they care not that without me, they would cease to exist.

No! No! They do not see that!

They do not understand that.

Or perhaps they simply…care not.


They do not realize that in stealing my dreams,

they are crushing their own.


Libro tenebrarum Susurrat