I look over my shoulder
And the shadow at my back dips away
The moon sways
And behind me in the darkness
I hear
An empty sound
Too hollow and profound to really understand
Too backwards and garbled to comprehend
And yet I pretend
That the nightmares don't make me sweat
And I pretend
Like the spirits will make me forget
But they don't
And I won't
It appears
I'm not done here yet
Jul 30, 2019
Jul 30, 2019 at 12:14 AM UTC
I look over my shoulder
And the shadow at my back dips away
The moon sways
And behind me in the darkness
I hear
An empty sound
Too hollow and profound to really understand
Too backwards and garbled to comprehend
And yet I pretend
That the nightmares don't make me sweat
And I pretend
Like the spirits will make me forget
But they don't
And I won't
It appears
I'm not done here yet