Tomb of comfort
silent and dark.
Sleep comes to rescue me.
Captured, I surrender
Peace turns into disarray.
My fists are tight
drained of all their color.
Unrefined wisdom devours me
make haste for I grow weary.
I speak your name aloud
Angel, please defend me.
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