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In the middle of the night
They hide away from the light
Watching your daughter Faith sleep

Never the wiser
And no time to hide her
Tucked away in her bedroom
Not safe from these creeps

A rustle behind you
Look and another will find you
Your heartbeat pounds in your chest

A flicker of insanity
The bane of humanity
Your daughter’s memory a test

Thoughts once repressed rush back
The room’s room fades to black,
And the nurse returns on schedule

She riddles as she wipes your drool,
This bedroom is your bedlam
And this bedlam your bedroom.