BLESSED NIGHT

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THIS IS A POEM ABOUT DEPRESSION AND HOW IT CAN SUCK YOU IN UNTILL YOU ACTUALLY WELCOME ITS EMBRACE.

BLESSED NIGHT:

Never fear the blessed night is here, it will hide me in its depths,

It will eat the pain of my regret and drink the tears I have wept,

And in its very dark embrace will I at last forget my woes,

It will give me solace until the morn and drive away my foes.

On its very coldest shores will sweet numbness finally set,

Only then will ignorance conceive and bliss it will beget,

For once this frost gets to my mind and clouds my every thought,

It will hide from sight the desecration my very hand has wrought.

It will not judge me on my crimes, its silence will absolve,

It will reduce to nothingness the problems I can’t solve,

Pressed against its beating heart, I will not hear the world,

I will not hear the wicked taunts nor the curses that are hurled.

It will wrap me up in apathy and lull me into sleep,

A slumber colder then mere death will I forever reap,

The blessed night will never ask for more than I can give,

For it believes the old adage of “Live and let live!”

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