The way the earth shakes,
Deep inside my head,
Right below my skin it quakes,
I wonder just how long I'll wait,
In the battle that only makes cranks,
The tears tangled up in simple blanks,
I think I'll go down to sleep in bed,
When deep inside my head it quakes,
Spent a many moment conversing with the shakes,
And wrestling with the teary blanks,
I don't like the monsters that are starting to wake,
I all to often crash against that mental break,
I'll just go to bed as the tears bubble up to my face,
Just to remind me of how often I delay my monsters to wake,
Conversing with the simple quakes.
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