Battles of the Night.
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The Warriors prepare themselves at night, as always, ready to fight the battle, that is my over-analytical brain,

Battles of the Night.

The Warriors prepare themselves at night, as always,

ready to fight the battle, that is my over-analytical brain,

to fight the thoughts that darken the shadows,

opening passage to a black hole I fear I will not emerge.

I pray for my eyes to close, my mind to close, but then I am left stranded, drowning, pulled down by the gravity of my thoughts.

So I lay awake, staring, turning, tossing...

It's his deep, calm breath showering me, that pulls me to shore, away from the suffocating elements.

He lies unaware, asleep, and although his words cannot soothe me, his love cannot sway me, his kind face and inviting warm body does.

I pull him around me, like amour, fending off the negative arrows that exist to pierce my core and turn it dark.

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