To flee from my little demons,
I take refuge in my crypt.
Here, light vanquishes.
Darkness engulfs me.
I’m buried alive,
Just my thoughts and I.
Carrying the weight of the night,
I brood over my dented soul.
Hope is on life support,
But I still breathe,
And my heart still thumps.
The demons can’t hear me here.
Though damp and dreary,
My crypt protects me.
Nobody else will.
It’s my refuge.
It’s my mind.
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