Damn the sun is over zealous
Kicking through my curtains in a underhanded way
Pinning back my eye lids screaming morning in my face
Disembodied thoughts greet the specter of the day
But I am timid
Let me be I am not wicked
Apprehensive to the nature of this double dealing star
Which pours the world though my begrudging eyes
Give me peace give me darkness this has gone to far
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