Chaos rides in my soul
that tends to make me
in to a dangerous mole,
I head towards a pole
while the patrol of a
monster that can tear
us apart from the
entire world and I
need my self-control.
The night that can
turn anything as a
fright that makes
anybody’s throat
get real tight and
the plight of the
monster that is
truly a delight.
Pitch Black Poesy 
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