Nightmare and the living waits, sequestered
October's dark goes to the gate.
Dark spirits of the flesh meet their rest
on the shelf of dust.
Death, tangled in shadows, moves the bones
beneath the music sheets,
further in the room time is old..
time is old.. come to to me.
Raven circles above me, so heavy the sky,
knee deep, bitten by lies.
Talking all night, devours me.
Do I crawl like the spiders after me in the night,
under the shadow living dead is it just a cold.
Oct 25, 2025
Oct 25, 2025 at 2:49 PM UTC
Nightmare and the living waits, sequestered
October's dark goes to the gate.
Dark spirits of the flesh meet their rest
on the shelf of dust.
Death, tangled in shadows, moves the bones
beneath the music sheets,
further in the room time is old..
time is old.. come to to me.
Raven circles above me, so heavy the sky,
knee deep, bitten by lies.
Talking all night, devours me.
Do I crawl like the spiders after me in the night,
under the shadow living dead is it just a cold.