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Murmur

the murmur in the dark,

the saturated quiet of my blanket temple,

Only the shadows in the park,

no beast nor angel could reach the bed or mantle

i find my self turning missive,

wondering to and from thoughts of gold and guns,

constricting the constricted heart of twisted,

but there was nothing but dreams and silent fun,

through fleeting day dream of what to say,

chained and locked with hopes what if's and maybe,

kept the nightmare of dark inside at bay,

It is when thoughts eat thought,

change is a stain or a mark,

the monsters quiet and cold have found my spot,

for i hear the murmurs in the dark.