By The-Drifter-From-Heaven
I chance upon a place of such quiet dread,
A cold distant shadow, I feel its flow,
A corpse embrace—haunting weight in my head.
The frantic paths my racing pulses tread,
I fought my fear—watching the presence glow,
I chance upon a place of such quiet dread.
The apparition glides into my bed,
The sudden movement makes my terror grow,
A corpse embrace—haunting weight in my head.
With heavy sigh, I prayed no blood be shed,
The ghastly essence wanted me to know,
I chance upon a place of such quiet dread.
A diamond bead, where once the spirit bled,
With such a truth, I let the horror go,
A corpse embrace—haunting weight in my head.
It claims that I am the last heir of the dead,
And with this gift, the spirit ends it's show,
I chance upon a place of such quiet dread,
A corpse embrace—haunting weight in my head.
Apr 15
Apr 15, 2026 at 4:22 AM UTC
By The-Drifter-From-Heaven
I chance upon a place of such quiet dread,
A cold distant shadow, I feel its flow,
A corpse embrace—haunting weight in my head.
The frantic paths my racing pulses tread,
I fought my fear—watching the presence glow,
I chance upon a place of such quiet dread.
The apparition glides into my bed,
The sudden movement makes my terror grow,
A corpse embrace—haunting weight in my head.
With heavy sigh, I prayed no blood be shed,
The ghastly essence wanted me to know,
I chance upon a place of such quiet dread.
A diamond bead, where once the spirit bled,
With such a truth, I let the horror go,
A corpse embrace—haunting weight in my head.
It claims that I am the last heir of the dead,
And with this gift, the spirit ends it's show,
I chance upon a place of such quiet dread,
A corpse embrace—haunting weight in my head.