Dirty Hands
Dirty hands
Caress the evil pumpkin
Light shines bright
The candle burns from within
Attracting the lost souls near
The air dissolves
Where the ghosts reside
They come swiftly
Speaking a tongue
Foreign to our lives
Fear swells inside
The darkness harbors my soul
And kidnaps my lost being
The whirlwind
Of the deep dark night
Allows fear to thrive
Russell Sivey
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