Haunted Heart
It’s in the head
The voices no one heard
The screams and yelling of millions nerd
Dragging bodies soak in blood on the ground
The disgust only my heart could feel in dread
Illusionary images on wall like pictures in frame
Voices echoing from inside and outside
It is absorbing yet intense
Broken veins loosing blood to parasite
Dead humans lying in stack
Like chopstick
As heart begin to race and breath is lost
I begin to doubt
If it’s the day of reckoning
When all dead
With or without soul come to life
And bodies’ line in pack
But how do I make my head and heart be in agreement
To the creation of my false thinking
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