Feeling


Forget me not,
Forget me now.
The show is over,
Take a bow.

Scream your pain,
Into the dark.
The show is over,
The feeding starts.

The feeding stops,
Feet flat on the ground.
Hold on tight,
It spins you around.

If you don't stop,
The feeling will find you.
Up in the sky,
Darkness will bind you.

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