Incase of my hollowed screams at night,
Shut the door.
Flashes sparkle and possess dream scapes,
When you leave.
Electrodes mingle without discrimination,
Just incase there's something to be seen.
Clouds with multiple linings of manipulative shades,
Let the night roll on.
Blaze slowly by on a continuum,
By dawn, the old is back.
Lining only in a circle by the flashes,
Let down the shades.
Without a drop of essence,
And shut the door.
By soothing rituals partake.