The Lunatic
By and by
the night does wry
all whilst I lay in bed
low they go
the voices know
I cannot stand their stead
Clutching air
In vast despair
to rid me of this beast
fight with blood
defeat the flood
of malice, hate, and yeast
lunatic
be realistic
desist, wave your white flag
I won't give
I cannot live
a life of scrap and rag
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