Day and Night

September 16, 2012
Day comes, day goes.
My mind begins to roam.
Night goes, night comes.
The fog begins to foam.

Please come save me.
The night begins to encourage.
Come save me, please.
The day continues to discourage.

Death is a part of you.
Day begins to let you go.
You are a part of death.
Night continues to let you in.

You become the angel of death.
Day has already shut you out.
The angel of death becomes you.
I'm sorry, night isn't letting you go.

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