Orange stripes streak across the absence of light.
They emulate my nightmares and then they slip out of my sight.
So I listen to these sounds that surround me while I'm holding on to all of these familiar boundaries.
I am not your tiger.
I won't be your fire.
I won't burn your night.
That face displays that vicious countenance I hate.
I shudder as he snarls but i won't be afraid.
Then I turn away and tuck my head beneath my hands as I listen to these sounds tonight.
A tiger hides behind his gaping jaws, his vacant eyes, an orange disguise.
They emulate my nightmares and then they slip out of my sight.
So I listen to these sounds that surround me while I'm holding on to all of these familiar boundaries.
I won't be your fire.
I won't burn your night.
I shudder as he snarls but i won't be afraid.
Then I turn away and tuck my head beneath my hands as I listen to these sounds tonight.
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