If you could count to ten and close your eyes
You could almost stop hearing its cries
Cries of mixed emotions: forgotten, judged, its pains
Just almost though; it still lingers like a puddle after it rains

Through its cries and screams
Through its painful dreams
You close your eyes
And almost forget its cries

Just almost though, for you can still hear
The smallest of sounds that you fear
Its sounds of pain is the dread that makes your heart beat faster
What a shame that you ignore it, even when you're its master

Through its hurting soul
Through its battle of being buried in a hole
You close your eyes
And almost forget its cries

Like a dream, it'll call to you
Call and call, but you won't brave up to hear what's true
You make it run and slam itself on the floor
To feel a different pain, a pain so much like numbness it begs for more

Through its disaster night
Through its smallest flicker of light
You close your eyes
And almost forget it cries

Tonight you lay your head down
Bury yourself in your blankets hoping not to be found
Till morning's bright joy in the new day
But tonight as you lay

Through its choke hold
Through its body mold
You close your eyes
And almost forget it cries

The moon is bright as the light dims
The on going shadows appear and jelly fills your limbs
Swallowing you up, dragging you down, pushing you to the ground
Awake! Awake! Oh…you can't be found…

Through its malicious smile
Through its every scheme filled file
You close your eyes
And no longer remember its cries

Tomorrow you will no longer walk
Tomorrow you will no longer talk
Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow
Will be your own sorrow

Heehee.