Twisted figures in the pines
Creates distortions in my mind
Flip the switch close the blinds
Roaming spirits trapped in time
Distorted figures in my mirror
Creepy crawlies where I stare
Black magic residue rips the veil
Unruly realms, so strange as hell
I see them mostly in the day
When the breezy shadows begin to sway
Exposing figures with watching eyes
As if they can see inside my mind
...
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 8:17 AM UTC
Twisted figures in the pines
Creates distortions in my mind
Flip the switch close the blinds
Roaming spirits trapped in time
Distorted figures in my mirror
Creepy crawlies where I stare
Black magic residue rips the veil
Unruly realms, so strange as hell
I see them mostly in the day
When the breezy shadows begin to sway
Exposing figures with watching eyes
As if they can see inside my mind
...
TRAVELER TIM
re to 12-17
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