In the Dark

It’s the small things that keep me up at night
But the big ones find my dreams
In their mixed up way of speaking
The message is always as it seems
Familiar faces haunt me
While in the darkness shadows loom
Blurring what’s in my head
With what’s here inside my room
The others haven’t noticed
How is it they don’t see?
The monsters in the shadows
Looking back at me
I guess I’m superstitious
For someone who don’t believe
Or maybe it’s suspicious
That everybody leaves
I haven’t quite yet mapped out
Where it is they go
Or how I’ll ever find them
Or if I’ll ever know


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