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The night is my addiction
by Robin Patterson The night is my addiction....
and I wait like a junkie to drown in its darkness
It draws me with its lurid promise to suffocate the
obligations of my life and i acquiesce without remorse
The night is my addiction....
and I wait like a junkie for the black and hollow void
It enters like a thief through an unlocked door to steal
away my thoughts, and no resistance does it find
The night is my addiction....
and I wait like a junkie for its swift coming
It completes the path it has set, yet leaves no trace
of its trespass, soon gone by morning light
The night is my addiction....
and I wait like a junkie to get my one last fix
It hears me beg from my soul for its comfortable cloak
and covers and hides all the ugliness inside
The night is my addiction.....
and I wait like a junkie whose rehab just wore out
and like any good dealer it knows I'd pay the price
with my very life, so it swallows me whole.
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