Its not so funny when no one hears you screaming through the night
And distant windows in shapes of stars tuck neatly in patterns in the sky
And never ending, endless torments run deeply though the scars
And no one hear you screaming out of fright, when the echoes slowly die
For a moment time wont pass
He who laughs last must not be too bright
And naivety, though its simple hurts more than the light
Which trickles down the sunburnt sky, evaporating into nothing
And in that space we all stand to welcome the dark cold night
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