Nestled in bed is the family of mine.
The mice are alive in the walls,
Scritch, scratch, scritch.
This is my time to rise.
Manic are the dreams
That course through my mind.
Ghosts of the past, be free tonight!
Keystrokes fire in rapid succession.
Release these demons,
So that I may rest.
The sun is rising,
I am falling,
Fast, fast, asleep.
1/17/2016
Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 12:54 AM UTC
Nestled in bed is the family of mine.
The mice are alive in the walls,
Scritch, scratch, scritch.
This is my time to rise.
Manic are the dreams
That course through my mind.
Ghosts of the past, be free tonight!
Keystrokes fire in rapid succession.
Release these demons,
So that I may rest.
The sun is rising,
I am falling,
Fast, fast, asleep.
1/17/2016
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