There's comfort in the envelope of neverending darkness
Somewhere to hear your own thoughts
Your escape from the banality of every day life
Time to release the tension
Sobbing, screaming, bleeding until there is nothing left to give
Then sleep, the sleep of the exhausted
Fitful, haunted, disturbed sleep
But always on awakening you can step towards the warm light
And enjoy the chaos of society again
Amaranth
2 March 2012
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