11.37pm
A shadow hovers from the past
tonight. And as I lay in bed
I feel my heart beat just too fast.
I turn. I wait. I think it passed
I need to know. I check it’s dead.
A shadow hovers from the past.
Some things grow to be too vast,
and as those things press in my head
I feel my heart beat just too fast.
And when I think that I’ve surpassed
the creeping, cold, despairing dread
a shadow hovers from the past.
A different thought that might contrast
but thinking back to what was said
I feel my heart beat just too fast.
And as I give it up at last
and put it down to how I’m bred
a shadow hovers from the past,
I feel my heart beat just too fast.
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