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the angry dead
My angel screams
screams and points at the phantom men.
This world creates shadows at the gallows,
palpitate pretty violins and cellos,
My angel screams.
Wrongness soaks my bones and I choke on prayers,
no reset button for a non-standard child.
Wrongness in every word and breath,
I live with the dead every night.
Angry souls that never let me sleep.
screams and points at the phantom men.
This world creates shadows at the gallows,
palpitate pretty violins and cellos,
My angel screams.
Wrongness soaks my bones and I choke on prayers,
no reset button for a non-standard child.
Wrongness in every word and breath,
I live with the dead every night.
Angry souls that never let me sleep.
Published 8th Oct 2015
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8th Oct 2015 10:09pm
8th Oct 2015 10:17pm
9th Oct 2015 7:49am
you put severe passion into this,
& the string section makes it even more enchanting...
& the string section makes it even more enchanting...
10th Oct 2015 5:02am
Thank you so much. I wasn't sure if that line would work with the rest of the piece. It's good to know now that it does.
9th Oct 2015 7:54am
10th Oct 2015 5:03am
Anonymous
11th Oct 2015 6:50am
'the Angry dead' or perhaps just 'the unfinished business of souls'. . .either way. . .stellar in darkness. . .Enjoyed. . .Devlin.
11th Oct 2015 8:20pm
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Anonymous
8th Jul 2017 6:22pm
youve officially just given me my one hundredth and millionth chill,
wow, vividly perfect
wow, vividly perfect
20th Aug 2017 5:31am
