You impel me to quote the raven
But does the raven truly speak?
When buried behind morbid eyes
Are these secrets mine to keep?
You ask for blissful ignorance
While we lay down to sleep
And as we fall into death and dreams
Our demons kiss and creep
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 8:07 PM UTC
You impel me to quote the raven
But does the raven truly speak?
When buried behind morbid eyes
Are these secrets mine to keep?
You ask for blissful ignorance
While we lay down to sleep
And as we fall into death and dreams
Our demons kiss and creep
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