I lock my door,
and I light the match,
I sip my tea
as books turn to ash.
I hear the shouts,
claws reap my mind,
but I sip my tea
as the embers shine.
Light fills the room,
it’s reflected in my eyes,
agony knocks at the door
with the spread of lies.
Thoughts of silence,
my minds only keep,
the flames drown the pain -
can I finally go to sleep?