Sad Or Evil
I think I’d rather not know.
If the evil laughter was just in my toes.
Or if it was a person who was real.
Who could really feel.
Because I felt bad either way.
The sensation caused me to sway.
It was scary.
To know that I was very-
Unknowing of what was in the air.
If it was just in my hair.
I hope that maybe it was just me.
And not someone struggling to be free.
Evil laughter, I cower as if clouds take my eyes.
Evil laughter, this fear is a real surprise.
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