Just a thought!

Where are the Goblins I face in the dark,

The ones that call out to defeat me?

They pick at my brain and ravage my head...

I think they're beginning to eat me.

My words are taken as they leave my mouth,

I can't seem to finish a thought...

If I drill a few holes to let them out,

Will you judge me, crazy or naught?

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