in near sleep of this night
lonely stars are less bright
and the distance hides cries
as the wind whispers lies
sense a menace is near
must contain any fear
tender heart cannot rest
pounds inside on the chest
steal each breath short and fast
any one could be last
then the world becomes still
feel the pressure, the thrill
voice secured by a hand
eyes surveying the land
next an aching begins
in a head full of sins
this is dread never taught
with no maker’s support
last defences run thin
feeling warmth on cold skin
neither wire nor blade
yet so deep a wound made
though well spent is the dream
cannot muster a scream
©2010 Hey Hey
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