Aumgn

Sticks and stones
May break my bones
But ghosts can never hurt me

These are the words
That she would sing
To make her heart beat calmly

The days are long
The nights are strong
She feels her skin crawl off her…

The bugs are gnawing
On birds falling
The beast has yet to purr..

A night to sing
About her sorrows
A place to hide.. Or to be followed

The one-eyed beast
And blackened mirrors
A perfect cabinet of horrors

Will she break out
Or break her neck
For is it her who placed a bet

To flee or fight
Oh what a choice
When there is nothing to rejoice

I wish her well
Or is it me
That I am seeking to set free

For all these terrors
Of the night
Are but mirages in the light

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