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The shadows are growing longer in this room.
The door is locked, you can't come in.
These nights the radio is an old friend, a comrade,
in this monastic life as I live like a hermit inside my own head.
Darkness brings me peace.
Silence comforts me.
Alone in this room, I'm the only company I want to keep.
The phone won't ring tonight.
I'm willing to sit still, patient and mute.
Silent in its cradle while these four walls cradle me in their off-white embrace.
Below me cars pass slowly, white noise in the black night.
Darkness brings me peace.
Silence comforts me.
Alone in this room, I'm the only company I want to keep.
Keep your eyes to yourself.
They don't look good on me.