Sometimes you just feel so
zombie esque it hurts to breathe.
The twitches
of a witch's
evil eye.
Mirages,
of a former ghost.
My personalities paid host.
Posessions, demonic in blood relations.
I'm lost, in my own sea.
Dead like the one before me.
Jun 28, 2017
Jun 28, 2017 at 11:05 AM UTC
Sometimes you just feel so
zombie esque it hurts to breathe.
The twitches
of a witch's
evil eye.
Mirages,
of a former ghost.
My personalities paid host.
Posessions, demonic in blood relations.
I'm lost, in my own sea.
Dead like the one before me.
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