They come at night
Brush gently by
And while you sleep
Your dreams they weave
Those we don't speak of
They'll find the souls
Of both young and old
And fears you kept
They'll serve you cold
Those we don't speak of
They'll lead you through your childhood scenes
Untimely falls of hearts pristine
And more they stab at your core
You run, you run until you bleed
You try to hide but onto you they keep
Until you burn
They return
Those we don't speak of
And finally
As dawn pours in
They let you step
Across the morning's sill
But oh, come night
Your dreams they find
Those we don't speak of
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