Every night I wonder why I am up and then the page scratches the pen

or is it the pen scratches the paper

 

It is the only lullaby I know

the only way I rest

 

How would you like to know that most stories are written by these ghosts

never a light being

 

a God of mercy pushes the my pen.

 

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