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Your voice haunts me.
Your image dances in my head.
I cannot escape this feeling
that's been filling me with dread.
I am in a constant cycle
of anxiety and despair,
'cause every time I go to sleep,
Follow-~>
The woman in blackWho looks for her child.
<~- Retreat
To the safety of homeWhen the child is found
Open-~>
The book of spellsAnd wait till nine
<~-Close
I walk among the childrenSome young and some oldLike the oak tree in myGrandfather’s house.
The wind ruffles the leaves.It is a foggy fall night.Im not alone.At least I tell myself I’m not.
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There once was a man named Ted,
Who decided one night to look under the bed.
What he saw, it seemed,
Really made him scream.
And now, he has no head.
As I lay awake in bed at night
My secrets haunt me, devil’s delight
Though invisible, they’re plain in sight
Stenciled images in black and white
They scream and wail, unending fight
Oh mama can you see the sinking ships
in my eyes in my tears can you see
the glass bones that hold me together are breaking at my hips?
and can you see the lies on my lips
