Sometimes, I sleep walk bumping into my own walls The box seems much smaller in the dark When lights are low and the music is barely an annoying hum That penetrates my one remaining salvation…the silence within And there are always those questions that never see the break of dawn Or the answers that would …
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Fear
Child of the night sweet innocence of delight with your heart worn out and faded Chambray shirt torn at the sleeve you can't bring yourself to question the blur that follows you around shadowing every secret kept When the time comes you glide with ease across the floor feet never touching the ground The slightest …
Trilby Yates 