Shadows linger and consumes all
Darkness with absent light
Fear of the unknown abyss
Finding little security in the dark moon
Night continues on, oppressive
Heavily it hangs in the air
Mourning the loss of safety
As danger clings to the skin
It’s almost intoxicating
With wealth in the pitch- black
It covers me in a blanket of glamour
That’s sophisticated like old fashion movies
-Kel Dayheart
Fragment of a Figment 
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