sleep now, the dark runs deep something moves beneath the sleep hear that voice, so soft, so clear sounds like someone standing near count backward from the edge of sleep where every promise has a price to keep a voice comes through with a stolen name and every answer sounds the same something is wrong with the way time moves the seconds crawl but the hours lose a familiar laugh from an unfamiliar throat a lullaby with a hand around the note run, run, the night runs faster every breath brings the thing closer after eyes wide open, still asleep something knows what the mind can keep lock the door, kill the light hold that breath till morning bites say the name, hear it back same voice speaking through the black there’s a childlike tune in the back of the head singing the words that were never said each little note pulls another thread each little step brings the waking dead the path runs out where the black begins the same lost face wears a different skin a voice says wake up from deep below but waking is the one place it won’t let go run, run, the night runs faster every breath brings the thing closer after eyes wide open, still asleep something knows what the mind can keep lock the door, kill the light hold that breath till morning bites say the name, hear it back same voice speaking through the black the whole world warps, the colors bleed the nightmare grows what the mind can’t feed the exit moves when the feet get near the voice gets sweet when the end draws near the last thing heard before the fall is a voice from inside saying, that’s not all. wake up wake up wake up wrong voice.
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