I’m kept wakened by their scrutiny
The very sight of them gives me chills
And I wonder, does my hope of sleep
Depend on wine or sleeping pills?
They’re steadfast in their eeriness
And they oppress me with their glare
Yet I’m left to ponder the unanswerable
Do they know I know they’re there?
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