And kill the sadness away,
As the noise of the heart-
Drowns all reason away.
In the abscess of time,
Scary stories become bold,
About the cobwebs of the mind
And all the monsters that it must hold.
Skin alive the fears of tomorrow-
Break into pieces the staid memories-
For time shall truly end the sorrow
And lay waste to all inner enemies.
J.Bibi
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