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Sep 2016
The night is long
My world is an illusion
I take this fall
This is my submission
At this hour so late
I see you out the window
Alone I wait
As I try to right my wrongs

And I hear voices
Voices
Voices in my head
All these noises
Noises
Noises of the dead

The fireplace burn
I am locked in
I see the sun
Your eyes, they glim
And I sit there
Watching you drift to sleep
Wish you could hear
The silence clouds my screams

And I hear voices
Voices
Voices in my head
All these noises
Noises
Noises of the dead

My demons call to me
Remind me of my sins
My past lures me
Hiding in the den
Your hand I hold
Lead me back to light
And Iā€™m so lost
Give me back my life

And I hear voices
Voices
Voices in my head
All these noises
Noises
Noises of the dead

I reach out to you
Vanished like a dream distant
Raining blood on me
Death staring from distance

And I hear voices
Voices
Voices in my head
All these noises
Noises
Noises of the dead
Prakhar Bansal
Written by
Prakhar Bansal  Jaipur
(Jaipur)   
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   Chloe M Teng and ryn
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