there are no fans
no fanfare for the adoration
of the lonely man
standing there
his face in his hands
his heart on his sleeve
beware what he plans
he plans to tear them apart
from the inside out
they will scream and will shout
as he sings the lullabies
that keep them in the dark
whimpering
of their loneliness
hungry for the spark
of something new
but the only thing new here
is you
and
i will
take
you
home
now
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