And when the lights are off...
And curtains pulled
When the sky is dark
And the neighbourhood quiet...
The memories march in
The wounds refresh.
The storm inside
Awakens.
The deep, dark, bottomless pain
Stirs every ounce of my being.
Scenes I wish I could forget
Pictures I wish I could unsee
Parade before my eyes.
So when they say you're "resting in peace" now.
I hope you are. At least one of us must.
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