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Haunted

I've yet to feel your power,  
But this needle in my brain.  
 
We die by every hour held  
in what we thinks humane.  
 
Each memory will fade into  
our dreams that go to waste.  
 
My heart and mind debate  
on what belief to cut and paste.  
 
I cannot hear your words so wise  
as dying sticks the vein.  
 
The dead blackout the silent skies  
and bathe me in its rain.  
 
Each memory forgotten,  
though nightmares still persist.  
 
Inside the soul is rotten  
from sins we can't resist.  
 
I try to see the good and true,  
I plead to feel your light.  
 
The darkness came and swallowed you  
then left me with the night.  
 
The time we held diluted  
in streams of my decay.  
 
So purge the soul polluted  
and take this ghost away.
Written by Dreaming-demon (Dreaming Demon)
Published | Edited 22nd Dec 2017
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