Artificial Night
Shut the door
Turn off the light
Close the blinds
It's an artificial night.
Shut out the light,
The blinding white
Give me the dark
I want an artificial night.
It's midday,
I wish for midnight.
Go away,
I need an artificial night.
In the dark
No one can see,
My mistakes,
Or my inability.
My limbs are part,
Of a tree.
Use them for wood
Burn up a part of me.
I'll go and hide,
You count to three.
I'll go inside
And cut off the electricity.
I am so tired,
That I never sleep at night.
Burnt down to the wire,
The circuits in my head are fried.
Shut the door
Turn off the light
Close the blinds
It's an artificial night.
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