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When the darkness

brings the cold

to draw me under,

I am caught between

the chapters of a dream.

Something is reaching out

and my entire world is crumbling,

and it whispers that I am

the chosen one.

Can you hear me?

When the night begins to fall,

I watch the shadows growing tall.

Feeding my insomnia

like a fly on the wall.

I’m asleep but wide awake,

a nightmare on repeat.

In the haze I sense

the purpose of my soul.

We are all born to leave

a scar deep in the hearts of many.

But can I really trust

that I’m the chosen one?

Can you hear me?

When the night begins to fall,

I watch the shadows growing tall.

Feeding my insomnia

like a fly on the wall.

When the night begins to fall,

I hear a thousand voices call.

Chasing my insanity

like a fly on the wall.

My wide eyed confidence

still echoes in mind.

A bright white prophecy,

protector of the light.

Can you hear me?

When the night begins to fall,

I watch the shadows growing tall.

Feeding my insomnia

like a fly on the wall.

When the night begins to fall,

I hear a thousand voices call.

Chasing my insanity

like a fly on the wall.