I shouted within to stop caring.
Ripping the shadows away from me
In order to end the waiting.

Your ghost still haunts the time
And the night is something I fear
Because by 11:54 nothing is mine.

The dream disperses
And I am sitting still
By my line of empty hearses.

Dressed in white among the black,
I am Cheryl to the "mourning".
For when night ends I do not wish to go back.

Do I want to stand out or disappear
When the sun sets?
Closing my eyes is what draws the spear.

I keep my eye on the time
In a panic of unknowing.
Oh darkness, you have never been kind.

I long to sleep away the time I watch
But I am awake as the fog taunts me.
Why can't the future be so thoroughly bought?

Awakened by the voice in my head
That sounds much like your boom
I am distraught—and with destruction I am fed.

Once it all goes silent
I am lost in the white
As becoming lost in darkness is what I aspire to prevent.

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A/N:
Sorry this one is so conflicting. It's kind of meant to be that way.