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Sep 2020
Haunted

Cold and alone
Silent like the dead
A last request
To escape

Chants get louder
Senses are drowned out.
Are we the dead?
Is this our hell?

Cast us away into the wind
He calls your name, you are denied
The Forest whispers our prayers
Cold and alone

Dawn is now arriving
Driven into the ground
6 ft below

Alone…
No words to say
No emotions
We walk alone

No haven
We spiral down
This grave is now our home.
It's about the ghost colony of Roanoke
Greyisntwell
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Greyisntwell  31/M
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   Joseph Miller
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