The Eternal Night Poem by adam snow
The Eternal Night
Tis be the night of darkened desire the Eternal
One watches me from above. Tis be my final hours
of life. The Eternal One plunges her fangs into my
very neck sucking away my very ounce of life. As my
final hours comes to a pause I slowly reach for a razor
I then slowly started to ponder then I woke up
and I realized that I was in a cushioned bed
with no way out. I’m now trapped for
eternal rest.
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