Killer's Delight

In the silence of the night,

it is my inner killer’s delight.

In the silence of the night, 

there is no saving knight.


what if I let the killer in,

and all he does is grin,

and lifts me up by my chin

when will the killing begin?


Can I just make this pain end?

There is nothing to mend,

to what it would offend,

because all I do is pretend.


They said smile through the pain,

now I walk through the rain,

because the sun will come again…

when there is nothing that can stop this migraine

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