I see the smoke escape the glass
Trapped that fire for so long
Now it's free and burns the cold
With the black blood stains
On the bedroom floor
Hide in your sheets
While wearing a mask
(Things that terrify me
When I worry about you)
But there are spiders on the ceilings
Oh, there are spiders on the ceiling
Oh no.
Their webs have taken all your photographs
Holding hostage friends and family
Memories floating; detached
You look away to see what isn't there
But I see the truth and it's fierce!
I see the dark and it's true.
You say you're afraid...
...& I agree with you.
Hear their knocks at the windows
Deaths at your hands in the night.
Demons in love with the light.
No light.
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