http://slow.writerscafe.org/Hotwax023 The original writings of author Chad en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776047207 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 When Night defeats Day, in such a way I feel that it will never end, I remember you. Although darkness has consumed the Earth and demons walk among us, I find sanctuary in the thought that you protect me, as you always did. Though you are gone, your presence still lingers to drive away the demons. O.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hotwax023/372571/ Oh, how long it has been since the soothing sound of your voice has graced my ears. Reality is raining down upon me and , sadly, I cannot escape, only endure. Let me ask of God that if I am to endure such pain, that it not be in vain, should the rain never die. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hotwax023/367770/ When this darkness finally fades and Dawn's first light shows these shades of gray, exposes them for what they really are. Will you be there, fully, wholely, thoroughly? 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