I might have slept quite peacefully
I simply cannot tell
I may have slipped off gently
on the silky road to hell
in the absence of light
some of us take fright
the dark is infested by bogey men
some of them are black as sin
and others pearly white
there are countless tribulations
playing on my mind
there are phantoms in those shadows
both ruthless and unkind
this is a time of pestilence
and sorrow
a time of fear and pain
you might purge that fear
with fiery drink
but the memories shall remain
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