Shush

I was forgetting
But now it's coming back
A week or two of bliss
But here comes the demon
Named Reality

His stare is cold
But his breath is hot
His words come out like fire
To burn my soul

Sweetheart, baby
Shush
It's okay baby
You know you want me
It's in your voice
Sweetie, don't deny me

Brain screaming
Hang up the phone!
But I'm frozen again
Like ice
Deer in the headlights
Can't speak
Scream no
Can't, lips like glue

Do as he says
You'll be damned
But at least it will end soon
Demon from hell with fiery syllables
Sweetheart, baby,
Shush

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