I can feel me transforming into what I was destined to be; a pile of bones.
There is no ending that I have not already imagined.
I've seen all my ghosts’ faces in recurring dreams,
They all have different faces, but called the same name.
I feel no air when I breathe,
No breeze when I walk, no clouds to float on.
An unfamiliar tune drowns out my brain's melody.
I hear it in my madness; its drawl I follow.
Drunken with the moon's slaves, to repent against the Sun.
My skeleton reveals a little more bone with each hand I take.
I am on my way to a destination where I will be free.
To bury my soul, and release my ghouls.
To stop my heart, and start my after-life.
To rest my mind, and awake my wolves.
To slumber in my madness,
And to live in my liberty.
Jul 27, 2012
Jul 27, 2012 at 6:58 AM UTC
I can feel me transforming into what I was destined to be; a pile of bones.
There is no ending that I have not already imagined.
I've seen all my ghosts’ faces in recurring dreams,
They all have different faces, but called the same name.
I feel no air when I breathe,
No breeze when I walk, no clouds to float on.
An unfamiliar tune drowns out my brain's melody.
I hear it in my madness; its drawl I follow.
Drunken with the moon's slaves, to repent against the Sun.
My skeleton reveals a little more bone with each hand I take.
I am on my way to a destination where I will be free.
To bury my soul, and release my ghouls.
To stop my heart, and start my after-life.
To rest my mind, and awake my wolves.
To slumber in my madness,
And to live in my liberty.
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