In the darkest hour

It creeps in ,in my silent hours
When the best of me is asleep
It comes with a baggage I've long thrown
The guilt and pain
The hurts that tears me apart

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Why does it seem to know me too well
It calls my name and tell me how much of a sinner i am
It reminds me of how i am not enough
A subtle lie it creates
My strength is weak and there's little i can do

In the darkest hour
Hold me strong, and keep me awake
Don't let me sleep because the other of me comes
And it scares my being
Hold me and wake off the creature in me
Until I no longer fear the dark

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