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Quite child, be silent they can hear us in the dark Quite please, they'll find us I can hear the devil dogs bark Quite down they'll grab us and confine us in a place It's quite now
worried sick it’s 3 a.m. and you can’t sleep it feels like you’ve tried it all from reading books to counting sheep your mind races your head aches overthinking it leaves no space
Dear “The name that shall never be spoken”, What have you created? By who were you created? Who told you it was fine to wreck a home?
Sometimes I wonder If madness sounds like civilization Noisy music Incessant hubbub and babble The scrape of sandals on concrete Breaths