I'm not crazy, I swear. This is simply a product of repeated listening to Beethoven's Last Night, Transiberian Orchestra.
Madness comes when night is late
Content to circle, watch and wait
Exhaling death and breathing hate
Can you run--
Or is it fate?
Terror blinding binding squeezing
Feel your lifeblood slowly freezing
Know your fear is never leaving
Night is come--
You hear it breathing?
Why do I now feel surprise
To find it there behind my eyes
Stifling my silent cries
Despair is mine--
I feel it rise.
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