It's dark
And all the innocents slumber
In quiet places
Stacked with plastic toys
Yet guilty hearts pulse
In the night's blackness
Perhaps that's why I hear
The ambient noise
As this world beats out
Rhythms sent from hell
So loudly
That the sea is rendered dumb
Even as waves
Devour retreating shores -
My weak sleep ceased
When I heard demons hum.
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