I can pretend while the sun is high
But i can't lie...beneath the moon
I'm "okay" in the hours light
Quiet darkness...brings my doom
It's in the night that it finds me
It's in the day...that I escape
It's through the black that it's eyes see
And pick out...my tortured shape
I shield myself with a wall of sound
But it still finds..the little cracks
Then it circles me and surrounds
And to the fire...I'm sent back
Every time I think it's had it's fill
And I breath...a relieful sigh
It comes back in...for the kill
And a piece of me seems to die
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