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my sanity steals away again

through silent homes and quiet streets

this soft collision of sadness and storms

roams in the passenger seat of a lonely car

as it passes through the stillness

types a message to me on the windowpane

and the dark sends visions

seeping through my sleep

my sanity steals away again

to the same street as always

where your eyes are just opening

at the caress of a late-hour crusade

and my ghost waits in the shadows

in a different kind of silence

waiting to grasp your hands

and lead you into even deeper darkness

because in the nighttime

all the rules go out the window.