Scarred hunted down
scared for the shadows
angst for things gently moving
The reign of sanity is over
it seen better days
The auditorium
looks more like a mausoleum
it seen better days
Shall I take it in or spit it out?
Shall I gulp, swallow or shout?
Do you feel the madness creeping in?
Being taking over by the limbic system?
Thoughts and memories of love and grief
they're all over the place
Will it progress into a silent place?
The wish to send chaos in to a starling flight
and order take over these restless nights
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