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The battery is half dead

It is almost time

It will drive to the brink of insanity

Even more in this paranoid night

No sleep

No sound

Nothing to keep back the thoughts

Nothing there to stop a hand

From slipping to the knife under the pillow

The music to mask the sound of death

The music is almost gone

The battery is three quarters dead

No smile from a beautiful lass

Nor the whip of her hair

Not a text from someone to brighten up the night

Just the darkness in the room

The music is quick to die

In the silence about to begin

Out will come the cry

Tortured inside their mind

The battery

Is dead

The noises come

The darkness becomes even more hollow

The heart slowly dies

As thoughts ravage their mind

Insanity laid upon them

As the day breaks

The tears fade away

And a mask is retrieved

Of a happy normal person

But hands are never steady

A distraction is there

And the battery is full

One night has past

The distaction begins to cease

The thoughts begin to surface

Music comes to provide

A distraction from the mind

Then the distraction comes back

The music fades away

All that is noticed

The battery is one quarter dead

The front door opens

The bed seems all welcoming

All work is finally done

Music once again provided an escape

Then the lights go out

The battery

Is half dead