Secrets

With tainted dreams she screams at night
Into her nothing she feels and feels
Like motion, slow motion
Like something inside,Something’s broken

In sight, In mind, In body
Into this nothing, nothing
In sorrow, In pain
Into this nothing, nothing

She falls and hears, hears and screams
And hating herself, she hates her dreams and thinks of
She thinks of, of something terrible, terrible

All in whispers, All in silence
All in secret, All when quiet
All in everything that feels
And feels to disappear

All in whispers, All in silence
All in secret, All when quiet
All in everything that screams
And makes you hurt, And takes you away

In sight, In mind, In body
Into this nothing, nothing
In sorrow, In pain
Into this nothing, nothing

All in whispers, All in silence
All in secret, All when quiet
All in everything that feels
And feels to disappear

All in whispers, All in silence
All in secret, All when quiet
All in everything that screams
And makes you hurt, And takes you away

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