Silhouetted against a waining moon
Dark figures from this tired mind loom
Chattering with cracked teeth
From me this night they seek
Encircling arms to pointed fingers find
A hearts fear in this darkness bind
Stabbing slashing to no avail
My knife only adds to my coffin a nail
Slivers of light from a purchased soul
Cast hope on hopeless rolls
Falling uncut yet decimated still
Each form in agony by my prayers is felled
Casting out anxieties curse
With a soul my Christ has purchased
From the shadows sleep returns
And another nightmare in hell burns


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