When the Sun is hiding behind cultures
and the moon lights the ground
and the wind scary noises outside my window
I make it into angels singing I have a gift
it can make senseless music out of beautiful silence
the knocking on my window is in reapers calling
to take me away
its the base of the song I'll seeing my kids asleep with
the humming by my bed
isn't a witch waiting to take my soul
it's the lead singer in the band
that will Inspire me to keep on living
and the scratches I hear on wall
isn't Freddy Krugar playing with it next victim
it's the guitarist waiting from the singer to sing me to sleep
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Going Cascading
Poesíaand as always, innocent like roller coasters fatality is like ghost in snow and you have no idea What you're up against because I've seen What they look like becoming perfect as if they were Sterling silver chainsaws going cascading
