For it is at night that the monster in me is released,
all control in my body vanished.
Nobody can save me from the hole I keep digging.
Just keep digging,
make me larger while I wither away into a person I have yet to meet.
Ticking clocks ding fast, the air will not pass.
Sleep tight young one for tomorrow shall not come.
So long,
So Far,
Good night.
And that my friend is called BSing a quote for a Macbeth paper. :)
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