It's really not all okay.
I can feel the closet monsters creeping up on me again.
There soul shivering whispers in my ears.
I never want to listen.
They never go away.
And for all my life I've pretended
that I'm the wolf.
I'm the sheep.
The teeth are baring down on me.
It's too dark to run.
And too late.
They know where I've been.
They know where I'm going.
Misfortune follows me around with a knife.
Sometimes I'm so ellusive
even Houdini couldn't find me
in my words.
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