The town clock strikes twelve
In dim bedroom sleepy mind does delve
A haunting face beckoning, scars sinned
Her hair blowing in the wind
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''The siren drifts around my head, arms, and mind Screams and screams for sanity to find'' nice metaphor..well penned poem..10++