I have been driven from sleep by whispered echoes
I know the truth, despite the lies they have told
Still they rend, still they tear and still they scathe me
I suffer them and pray, to myself if none other, for release
To sleep, the deep, black sleep of silence and peace
oh yeah, I've also got a headache... go figure... :p
The winding road
We all take a path. Mine is a tad crooked but it gets me there.
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