Nightcore in the cottage

It’s the same each and every night

High speed chase featured in my mind

Safety nets and horror deaf

Each and every feeling met

Sleepy eyes and carelessness

Dawn less with the blinding lights inside

Midnight in my darkened gaze

It comes and goes like dirty waves

Round and round its spins me like dead flies

Fractured mind in stained glass windows

Cardigans on ghost town widows

Lizzie Borden hits the drums

Spider feet are feeling numb

Was it love or simply shocking

Compliments or sincere mocking

Fantasy life with no escape

Don’t believe things on faith

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