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HAUNT THESE BONES AGAIN
I can watch the whole world go up in flames
But I will not forget to place the blame
Remember to dismember
All our memories at the cusp of dusk
This September
Let the tragedy of summer blaze
Reduce to embers in a dying haze
The shadows of Autumn creeping in
To haunt these bones once again
Despise the icon that is the Satyr song
As Apollo spits curses at my bones
I'm over deep droughts when sober
Damn the misery of the hopeless rope
This October
Let the tragedy of summer blaze
Reduce to embers in a dying haze
The shadows of Autumn creeping in
To haunt these bones once again
Hollow is my tomb
Void but for the doom
My tombstone reminds
I've nothing left to lose
I'm haunted by the banquet's empty chairs
Phantoms gathered for the feast I've prepared
Remember my distemper
And give thanks today to the ones that died
This November
Let the tragedy of summer blaze
Reduce to embers in a dying haze
The shadows of Autumn creeping in
To haunt these bones once again
Published 30th Aug 2019
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(©) 2019 Frank Green
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