I hear the screams of the children
Their bare feet thundering
Galloping horses inside my head
Pressing my hands against my ears
Willing it to stop
Make the children go away
To the land where they are free
Oh, Pied Piper come save them
Kill those rats that roam inside my head
Giving form to memories best forgotten
Make the footsteps tinkle
With anklets gifted by
The Fairy God Mother
And their screams be that of joy
Playing sonatas inside my mind...
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