The Band Is Preparing
The amount of time
Alone
Comfortably
Authentic awareness
Suddenly
December
Crawled quietly
Fall fell asleep
My mind
Along with it
How boring
Annoying I must
Be entertaining
Ghouls, goblins, with
Death still friends
With my nightmares
Friday today
My bed, these words
Is what was ate
My mind, I
Thank water
Fending off
Music hearing
It ready, tuning
White noise
I should thank
It before
She calls on
The others
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