Fear not the night. Ariadne

Fear not the night, but the darkness it brings.
Darkness is hiding your scared pretty face,
Still it's revealing your scarred ugly soul.
It's the undead parade of unwanted things.

Wish you'd remember a way out of Minotaur's maze,
But Ariadne's blocked the incoming call.

Fighting the tension, forgetting your sleep,
Slowly the room's filling with silhouettes.
No saving light in your house to be on.
Well, fare thee well, life is cheap, Ariadne won't weep.

Go and play dead without paying debts
Straight to the back of beyond.


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