The unspoken is there
Always laughing at me
Teasing and chasing
Running wild and free
It comes back in flashes
And thundering waves
Lying...waiting...
When you think that you're brave
Quietly following you
The shadows on the wall
Bouncing like echoes
Down an empty hall
And the hands
And the call
Silently...empty...alone
Waiting for you to fall
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