The Matress Bares the Burden
Now your someone to fear
Fresh from you slumber
You've kidnapped your burning words
and pasted them on fluorescent pages
Tucked safely away under your matress
Should you let them rust or set them free
There freedom stings, cuts like knives
you carve them deep into doves
cage them underneath your nightmares
clip their wings again and again
Fresh From your slumber
But your choice is made
it's much more simple to bite your tounge in two
then turn on a hidden light.
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