The night is quiet.
Laying in bed,
hear a knock.
I stand to hear what they said,
but instead hear the ticking of a clock.
The clock ticks louder,
louder and louder till my head aches.
They become louder,
till the sound breaks.
The night is quiet.
The clicking of a pen
from behind.
I turn to find Ben,
who I soon twined.
The night is quiet.
The night is peaceful,
so listen well.
If you come to dwell,
expect hell.
The night is quiet.
Tonight I sleep,
so don't bother,
don't creep.
Let me finally fall asleep.
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