Something about the extremes of day
Unzips my raw soul in a dangerous way,
For, in the indigo-soaked wind of night,
The ghosts of my past and I take flight,
And in the custard-cream cadence of day,
Drunk on the dew of doubt, I sway,
Neither here nor there,
Just drowning in disillusionment without a care.
But only during the extremes of day,
Do these dastardly demons come out to play
Unzips my raw soul in a dangerous way,
For, in the indigo-soaked wind of night,
The ghosts of my past and I take flight,
And in the custard-cream cadence of day,
Drunk on the dew of doubt, I sway,
Neither here nor there,
Just drowning in disillusionment without a care.
But only during the extremes of day,
Do these dastardly demons come out to play
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