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Ghost's Song

It's dark and cold and wet

Sound of constant dripping

A puddle in the darkness

Being pummeled constantly

The sound echoing

Giving sensation of more than one

I shiver, pull my rags about me

Pitch black blankets my eyes

Dependent on ears for knowing

Drip, drip, drip

Echoing like a tired song of ghosts

I cringe in a corner

Feel the dampness against my back

Drip, drip, drip, drip

The sound bellowing through the darkness

I thought I'd found sanctuary

In the solitude of darkness

The ghost song continues

Drip, drip, drip

Thought this a place of refuge

But now has me gripped with fear

Wanted security from the night

Thought I'd found it

Drip, drip, drip

The eerie song goes on

Fear has me paralyzed

Couldn't escape if I tried

Which way is out?

I can't think

The song distorting my mind

A crazed grin pierces my lips

Teeth bared like uneven gravestones

The madness of the ghost's song

Has fevered me inside

I start to sing

Drip, drip, drip, drip

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Written by
kirk-thomas
English
Published
Jul 9, 2010
Lines·Words
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Notes

This is a reoccurring nightmare I have had throughout my life.

(C) Copyrighted Kirk Thomas 2009/09/18

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