Imagine the illogical A common sense that lacks Parasitic phenomenon Clinging to ones back Involuntary commitment To a shadow haunted state Just behind the unconsciousness Β Β Unable to feel safe
I hate to sleep alone When one eyes opened wide When the shadows go a swirling Up the walls and down my spine But I've felt too many things In the journey of my soul I'll take them to the grave When the shadows lay me low ..................................................
All those children from war torn worlds Will suffer PTSD much worse than I do. I can't imagine their hell.