My graveyard shift brings out the worst in me
I sleep during the day, I have no life
I convince myself every night
There is no reason to fight
But my eyes don’t see my pain
They instruct my eyelids to close again & again.
Upon starting the shift, my heart complains
I try to console my heart
It doesn’t listen to me and starts beating hard
There are no witches, trust me no ghouls
In the meanwhile my ears hear howls.
It’s a city silly, werewolves only exist in movies
I tell my ears to stop playing sounds
But my ears are very creative, they hear more than just howls
Seems like my ears are attached to my mouth
Hearing sounds I understand, but on every sound my mouth goes foul.
I always thought it was made of steel
But I feel chills running down my spine.
I know the real culprit here
I know my brain works overtime.
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