Sometimes
On the darkest of nights
When the rumbling sound
Of unknown fears
Crawl in through the walls of
My half broken mind,
I look out.
Wreckage lies
Afloat on stagnant dreams
And the stench of pain
Clogs my senses :
Till you reach out.
You draw me into your warm space
Like a lighthouse on a cursed night.
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