Nothing showing on my external.
Outside, just a stone kernel.
Cutting within, a broken internal.
Twisted inside, feeling infernal.
Unboxes the ultimate bernal,
Roaming through my mental journal.
Noises and thoughts, so fraternal.
Aching, seems it's the eternal,
Life of a Nocturnal.
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