the world to me
now seems

lifeless,
tired,
and too dark
for my eyes to see.

i don't see anything except
hearing these soft yet dangerous voices.

from every corner of the world
whispering
my name,
telling what and what is not
as if they know me too well.

they sing songs (too)
especially when the clock
starts to tick at midnight,
it is the rope, the chain
that holds me tight.

their terrible
enchanting lullaby
that makes your heart
desire to close
your eyes and sleep
for the rest of your life.

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hold on tight,
the light is on its way
to save you real,
this time.

just hold on,
please hold on still,
you'll soon be all right.

sam.r