Ethereal Queen

Little boy lost inside your head
Feeding the nightmare you take to bed.
Who was there
When the chaos started?
Did you scream
When the love departed?

So here you are now,
little boy lost.
To be so young
At such a high cost.

Collections of voices
Pressing your heart.
Sh-h-h-h-h-h,
it's the quiet One
that pierces the dark.

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