In The Deep of Night

I walk out and see the night under the moon
Thinking to myself if it might be impending doom
I walk in the day, seeing people faces
Looking out my window, trapped in a stasis

I turned and looked at my captor
Should I be scared if they look like a doctor
To take my flesh and leave my bones
Sitting me in a chair I call my throne

I sorta enjoy the feeling
The thought she is concealing
I’m feeling so comfortable and very much deplorable
To her nails grazing my cranium

But to no avail
She loves my wails
She loves everything I promise not to tell
In the deep of Night
I lie down and close my eyes


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