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- - - ONLY GHOSTS REMAIN - - -
Twisting thoughts echo
Like drums in my head
Reminds me of when
I was still alive
When the skies seem clear
Devoid of storm clouds
That wash away my
Humanity now
The only things that remain
The wasted husk of the day
The ghosts just won't let me be
The only things that remain
The final step to the grave
The ghosts give me what I need
Lives torn asunder
With these bloody hands
Faces of the past
Haunting the mirror
White sheets stained crimson
Pillows with hot tears
Happiness denied
In the grip of fear
The only things that remain
The wasted husk of the day
The ghosts just won't let me be
The only things that remain
The final step to the grave
The ghosts give me what I need
The hallowed mark of shattered halos
Is zeroed out with tarnished heroes
And nothingness of weeping somethings
When handfuls fall corrupt and shameful
Like shifter sands of crawling drifters
I never needed a reason
Spirited organs
Play a mournful tune
For those on the way
To cold funerals
When those death mobiles
Give you a last ride
Just know that I am
Still waiting on mine
The stars fail to impress
Morbid thoughts I must caress
The screws will never turn
My glorious burden
I will watch you burn
(c) 2015 Frank Green
Published 28th Nov 2015
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28th Nov 2015 5:22pm
Darkest Lord Hades wicked inking..
love the ending..
"The stars fail to impress
Morbid thoughts I must caress
The screws will never turn
My glorious burden
I will watch you burn"
you really know how to get down with your ink..
love Crimsin
love the ending..
"The stars fail to impress
Morbid thoughts I must caress
The screws will never turn
My glorious burden
I will watch you burn"
you really know how to get down with your ink..
love Crimsin
