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Restless nights grow

Feeling my unclenched jaw snap close upon my tongue severing me from the world of speaking-lacking the truth only spitting lies

A weary knight

Who licks his wounds deepened with the sorrow of fallen comrades, no tears of mourning will wake them.

Growing blight

Plagued with rage and drunken hatred-reckless anger in gluttonous hunger, all consumed by malaise. 

With oneself, an eternal fight

As the demon’s voices became louder the weights get heavier.