From my room I hear the trains, in the dark of silence noise rains, my eyes are closed but I can

still see, the pictures in my mind that wont flee, the things that haunt my dreams, things that make me scream, the scream is clawing at my throat, I can't sing I would scream every note, my breath, and my tears held by a thread called death, I see the thread cut, and the scream scratching out the tears rolling down, and I can't sleep when my mind walks this path making a rut, and insanity for my mind wears the crown.

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