The cold dark encroaching night I dread.
Wanting to escape but with no means to do so
Head starting to implode, the voices follow.
Caught in a place between you and my smile
It escapes every once in a while.
It shouldn't be this hard to keep warmth on my skin
The blood runs cold within.
I ask one thing of you
Make me smile inside.
Written to "Flower of Life - Robert Babicz"
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