I am the silent one.
The one who watches
all the terrible things.

Not a sputter
Shall escape my lips.
In search of a cordial tongue.
For mine is cold
like the skin of ghosts

Vacant to this scourge
In the moment
on a dead moon night

I am the silent one
The one who watches
you do all the terrible things.

Periodic change
is needed for those who grow
complacent quickly.

Dreaming of the past,
Haunted by her grace,
Troubled by its mirage,
Prisoner of that ban.

I need to write a happy song
Something to break through this
Grey fog of emotion
This putrid state of
"Meh"
This perpetual cycle of internal mental apathy
After all

Complacency kills.

Kiss the child goodnight, tuck her in safe
Lest she should dream of escape
To a world where rainbows circle the skies
And you are not who you have striven to be.

Kiss the child goodnight, make sure you turn off the light
Lest she should be unafraid and bold
In the face of the infectious fear
That flits through your eyes in a dark, alien alleyway.

Kiss the child goodnight, hold her close and tight
Lest she reaches out to the same sun
That burned your naive fingertips
And shattered your lofty castle in the clouds.

Kiss the child goodnight, don't let her open those eyes
Until she is finally lulled to deep slumber
Wrapped within warm blankets
And the beginnings of complacency.

Kiss the child goodnight, watch her sleep in silence.