The feeling in my guy has become an all to familiar friend in the late hours of the night, when all i want is to be held tight.
No one will ever hear my cry, as loud as the ones i scream at night.
The figurative darkness closes in on me even though im in a room with light.
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"Shroud me in your darkness, and let me become your Queen of the Night."