the voice of darkness
With voices screeching in my head
they wake me from my sleep in bed
trying to show me all the dread
I must fight them off instead
they blindly seep
through last night's sleep
wanting my soul to keep
they treat as a creep
can you hear them whisper
their lies are broad
some think of them as fraud
but they are only a whisper
no dread will they show
how will I know
they come and they go
I just don't know
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