another day well spent, night's cloak as yet to fall
here again before me lies a chasm black and deep
aye, just as when i lay my head to restful slumber
there's this limbo land tween waking life and sleep,
so too this boundless, nameless chilling void awaits
like clockwork in some mysterious timeless realm
it seems to be that world where fallen angels dwell
and the haunt of countless ghosts and cursed souls
a cold dry somber voice now whispers from within
there'll ever be a knocking at my early evening door
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