I am the voice

I am the voice
That wakes you at 3 am
Breaks you from sleep
Into wakefulness

I am the voice
That drenches you with sweat
And makes you think of nightmares
That have not happened yet

I am the voice
That brings you panic-stricken
Into empty rooms too late
For the meeting

I am the voice
That makes you doubt
That he ever loved you

I am the voice
That whispers sweet nothings in your ear

I am the voice that makes you fear

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