Shutters

Night the calmest part of day
Glowing silence creates more sound
Sight plays games, takes you away,
To places old and places bound

Jaw cracks from looping yawn
Eyes take the weight, head rebooted
Empty dream script gets drawn
Rest stolen, sleep slowly looted

Waking nights, waking days
Blends, merges as one
Start to fear and be afraid
See no change in moon and sun

Limbs tired, minds seized
Mask feels true and alive
Dream of sleep, reality squeezed
Lazy mind cries to survive

Passed the point of this realm
Bright light a false life line
Whose the driver at the helm
Decides the fate, this life of mine

Vessels and blood pump hard
Some fight left with a devils bind
Again we survive this mental charge,
Must of been an Angel that changed our mind

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