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Sick lullabies
Night after night as i lie in my bed,
I sing myself sick lullabies.
Visions of horrid tommrrows,
Depression and dread,
Those are what dance about in my head.
I try to sleep happy,
Not even a nappy,
Can i stop singing these sick lullabies
Anger
is the composer of sad night songs that keep dreams from cleansing the mind allowing a freshness. And so we sing what our worlds give to us instead of listening to some heaven. I heard you. :D