i lay awake
listening to the demons—
they sing me lullabies
of regret and of blame
my heart and soul
they are synced to the rhythm
of this tune of deceit
the drumming beat etches
itself into the root of my mind
i am swayed
by the haunting notes of
their dangerous melody
a low baroque
flowing chords that run
smooth along my sorrow
breathless—
i forget the reason
to my existence
(was there even one?)
disoriented—
my lips part to
join them in their song

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