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Ninny's Narnia May 2015
The Devil is always near;
Late and alone, he crawls closer.
Quietly insists that there should be no fear,
Slowly shifting; he’s the cunning composer.

With strings on my limbs,
Sudden darkness in my veins.
A once bright future dims;
Enslaved in shackles and chains.

Where is the light?
The gentle touch now resembles claws.
Blindsided by deceptions; there was no fight.
Now I’m nothing but my sins, faults, and flaws.

I am bound to the madness;
He looks upon my defeat with a smirk and a nod.
I question the world with nothing but sadness:
If there is Lucifer, then where the hell is God?
Ninny's Narnia May 2015
Body aching
Head is racing

Fears come alive
Silences become blatant clamors of the night

Fiction morphing into reality
Rationality slips away

Craving the sweet escape of a dark serenity
Awaiting dawn, the centuries drag on

— The End —