Haunting Nights

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Beating drum beats out of beat,

Causing crashing, crying, collapsing,

Innocent in the bunk below,

I am her protector with the remote control,

Chucking up drunk in the darkness,

Fingertips scratching in my ears,

If only they could understand,

Their sounds are more than just a whisper,

Implanting Arthur’s sword into old wounds,

Alone I cry, alone I cry.

 

Stillness of morning is eerily calming,

Black scars laid down flat,

Arms wrapped around my glasses,

As another knot on my belt is added.

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