Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh
Of the fan in the silence
As it turns in the dark

Brings cold air to hot skin
Goosebumps
Along with fear within

Lights the spark
Here in the dark
Where I lie awake

Afraid to close my eyes
And witness the horror
Of someone else’s cries

That were my own
Twisted in this mind
A new, perverted kind
Of cruel

Where the lines blur
Mix the times and feed
The most fragile fears

Where nothing is clear
I want to pull her near
And keep her safe

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