Once upon a midnight dreary,

I watched from outside of myself

A boy who had pretended to be a man once–

His only friend his misery.

He had tried so hard to take me off the shelf.

That boy did not expect me to come alive in his hands, to pounce

on him. Once upon a night of misery,

There was a man wearied

by his past regrets.

In trying to re-live me

I imploded upon myself.

Ever since then he’s been alone

in hell.

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