Dahme Clarahh

August 3,1998-Nigeria

A home, a song and someone to sing me to sleep

I woke up to cigarette suffocating my consciousness

I'm aware of what I was still yet I chose to lie against the broken cross

my sins weren't forgiven yet I'm refusing to give up on me and stick with this living

I'm blind to the touch of kindness, yet undisturbed by a bunch of madness

keep me in check for I'm not what I seem to be

I'm disturbed I need a home a song and someone to sing me to sleep till I'm awake, alive and this madness is far from being deep

how was your night?
my day was filled with sounds of nightmares
should I sing you to sleep or watch darkness keep you right here...
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