I was woken by a bug
that stung me deep,
killed me in my sleep
it’s a healthy wound,
I am not consumed,
The clock will move
My monster doesn’t lie,
There is nothing to hide,
If there is nothing inside
I could orchestrate a crash
That would make more sense,
And hurt a whole lot less
Now there’s no space to stand still,
Else I’ll feel completely ill-willed,
And we don’t need more blood to spill
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