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Streetlights flicker Morse code warnings, I don’t know what they’re saying. The moon is low, its silver eye won’t blink— And it won’t stop staring. Shadows stretch like reaching fingers, Longer than they should be. A satellite hums, a whisper lingers, Something’s using me to see. Why is the moon staring at me? Does it know something I don’t see? Every shadow feels like a set of eyes, And the night is whispering, whispering… A station plays a song I wrote, But not the way I wrote it down. The melody is upside-down, The lyrics spell my name somehow.
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"Look up. Higher. No, don’t blink. It’s watching." Streetlights flicker Morse code warnings, I don’t know what they’re saying. The moon is low, the moon is watching— And it won’t stop staring. Shadows stretch like reaching fingers, Longer than they should be. A satellite hums, a whisper lingers, Something’s looking through me. Are the stars blinking, or are they breathing? Or maybe I forgot how to see? I wave hello—no, that’s crazy… But I swear I see it wave at me. Why is the moon staring at me? Does it know something I don’t see? Every shadow feels like a set of eyes, And the night is whispering, whispering… Street signs change when I look away, Or maybe I misread them. My reflection lags, half a sec late, Like the past is trying to catch me. There’s a voice in static, calling my name, But I don’t know the sound. A message repeats, the words rearrange, Like a loop that’s breaking down. Are the stars blinking, or are they breathing? Or maybe I forgot how to see? I wave hello—no, that’s crazy… But I swear I see it wave at me. Why is the moon staring at me? Does it know something I don’t see? Every shadow feels like a set of eyes, And the night is whispering, whispering… "It sees y—you. It kno—knows." [glitches] "Close the curtains. Lock the door. But you can’t hide—it’s watching more." "SIGNAL DETECTED. TRACKING… TRACKING…" Why is the moon staring at me? Does it know something I don’t see? Every shadow feels like a set of eyes, And the night is whispering, whispering… "Look up. You can’t unsee it now."
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