THE EPIC NIGHT
Listen to my words, the words I say, the words I breathe, these are the words I live.
My life as one, evil and good, together at last.
The sounds I hear are the sounds that haunt, the ones I hate.
Taste my insomnia, dream it and steal it.
My nightmares are festive, I dance and sing, I hurt and I die.
Touch my skin, faded and drenched by frozen tears.
Smell my terror, my freedom gone stale.
A suicidal cliche'.
Let your voice echo in my silence, my world of tomorrow.
The sour beat of the rain thundering outside of my darkness, my jail.
Chase me in circles, confuse me in my already confused state of mind.
I hear the whisper, the faint sound of redemption.
It has come to take me away.
Destination: normality.
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