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When I paint your eyes shut at night.
I paint them white.
Locked and closed like padded walls on the asylum of your mind.
When the lights of consciousness go out
It signals safety to the inmates who escape.
Dressed in hospital gowns stitched in the fabric of your fears.
They run the hallways, crazed and screaming.
"Freedom tastes so sweet."
Is it any wonder children are afraid of the dark?
When demons in the shadows are no longer kept at bay.
And masked monsters are given a face.
When I paint your sheets.
I paint them grey, like handcuffs.
They'll keep you incarcerated until morning, when it's time to set you free.
Free to face the day.
While your thoughts are put back in their cage.
And safely hidden away.
I paint them white.
Locked and closed like padded walls on the asylum of your mind.
When the lights of consciousness go out
It signals safety to the inmates who escape.
Dressed in hospital gowns stitched in the fabric of your fears.
They run the hallways, crazed and screaming.
"Freedom tastes so sweet."
Is it any wonder children are afraid of the dark?
When demons in the shadows are no longer kept at bay.
And masked monsters are given a face.
When I paint your sheets.
I paint them grey, like handcuffs.
They'll keep you incarcerated until morning, when it's time to set you free.
Free to face the day.
While your thoughts are put back in their cage.
And safely hidden away.