It comes in the night

My head aches. It feels as though my heart and mind have switched places. My head beats and throbs like an overcharged sub woofer at a drunken dance party. I can't think. I can't even speak. I feel sick. There are so many things going through my mind right now. Things most people don't even think about in their carefree lives. For the first time in this life, I feel as though I'm full of emotion. Memories and thoughts that I had forgotten about rise up from the depths of my mind, and I think... I don't know. All sensibility has left me. I feel weak and unsure of myself. It will pass, as all things do.

Who am I, you ask. I don't believe an introduction is necessary, for all that is meant to be seen will reveal itself when the time is right.

Besides, how can I solve a question that even I don't know the answer to?

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"A devil in a midnight mass,
He prayed behind stained glass,
A memory of Sunday class,
Resurrected from the past.

I was told that the world wouldn't believe me,
In the cold, sinner's world, tried to see them.

Hold your breath and count to four,
Pinkie swears don't work no more,
Footsteps down the hallway floor,
Getting closer to my door.

I was alive, but now I'm singing...

Silent night for the rest of my life,
Silent night 'til they find the knife,
'Guilty! Guilty!' won't make it right.

A devil in a midnight mass,
The temple he just passed,
Attempt a dozen hits,
Pulls a serpent from the sands.

Mother Nature,
Sister Fear,
Put my trust in God that day,
Not the man that taught his way.

I was alive, but now I'm singing...

Whisper, whisper,
Don't make a sound,
Your bed is made and it's in the ground..."

-Devil in a Midnight Mass
-Billy Talent

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