Quite eerie is the sky
When peered at through weary eyes
That see a life not meant for minds
That wish to stay alive

Quite disturbing are the sounds
That vibrate through a mind
That hears those that don’t exist
And don’t believe in time

Quite pacing are the eyes
That take in too much light
While living a life under a moon
That disorders all in sight

Quite trembling are the lips
That live inside this hell
Of forgotten dreams and fairy tales
Where no one hears you yell
 
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