I've been having hallucinations
They're like a requiem for those tales
They were left untold
Now I yearn for their demise
I want them to be shouted
Across those three buildings I spent most of my life in
Those enclosed confined cremated layers
Tangled and shattered
I want it to be told
And removed From the memory of those worthless souls
The exposure of the darkness
Blackening as time collapses
I want my weary spirit to thaw out my aching limbs
And each tale to disappear in the haze