I tried to break my black demands and broke
Upon the pain that comes, the head that splits
The twisting guts, accustomed as I was to it,
The dark and bitter, until I returned and broke
By my addiction, I swear that I will change, I will
Abandon all the gloom and growling things
And sleep untroubled and becalmed and sing
To the morning without breaking or spill
All of our darkness, all of our agonies, all
Become a habit, become a place in our head
Where we return and balance out our falls
Make sense of them, how we make our beds
And lie in them, and grow accustomed to routines
And any change that comes to our darkness stings.
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