The wailing ghosts
Laughed at my sadness
Humorous in their intention to weaken me the more
I stayed awake in the earthen hour
Battling the clegg of thy cometh
To tell thee ones tale
Wash
They fly through me
Scream me awake
Stolen my wishes
Gone be my dreams
So becomes the chatter in my head
Weak to the mind
I follow in stumble
Leave all
Comes behind
It's now I must face them
The slugs chase in I
White trail
Their misfortune
My desolate mind
The madness is in me
The ghosts have all won
I'm falling to pieces
My heart hears the gun
Bang!
Sep 2, 2016
Sep 2, 2016 at 11:11 PM UTC
The wailing ghosts
Laughed at my sadness
Humorous in their intention to weaken me the more
I stayed awake in the earthen hour
Battling the clegg of thy cometh
To tell thee ones tale
Wash
They fly through me
Scream me awake
Stolen my wishes
Gone be my dreams
So becomes the chatter in my head
Weak to the mind
I follow in stumble
Leave all
Comes behind
It's now I must face them
The slugs chase in I
White trail
Their misfortune
My desolate mind
The madness is in me
The ghosts have all won
I'm falling to pieces
My heart hears the gun
Bang!
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