i hear the high heels on the floor
and i hear them slam the door
i can hear babies crying
and the screams of people dying
and when i tell them they r not real
they get louder and it gets as cold as steal
when they touch, i can feel ice
its a chill and all the hairs raise and my bones splice
GO AWAY is the one thing im afraid to say
it can never be my way
i close ur eyes petrified in fear
and i hide under the pillow as if i cant hear
i fall into a deep sleep
and wake up as their voices speak
playing paddicake in my closet
i stutter, is anyone there
i get up and the closet is bare
i am between my bed
and the voices in my head
longer the walk seemes to grow
and the mens voices become very low
the walk becomes a run
under the sheets its warm as sun
pillows harbor all my emotion
because of my fear of the comotion
i believe that it is real,
you dont have to believe,
because its my tale,
i tell to relieve

 
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