Parasomnia
twenty four and a basket
ghouls and caution tapes
nightmares and mysterious movements
love songs that make death cry
churches abandon on a normal day
your favorite melodies
are about materials that you do not posses
your friends want you buried underneath concrete
your no good too them your no good too the dead
your no good too me
you stagger like a leech
on a door way waiting for the next soul too take
I write in the shadows while I watch you
move like a snake
I wish I could leave but the pain I see you take
makes my past days unable too see
your misery gets a bitter taste
can you talk back too me when I've hit a grave
you are too late I've take my route to the stars
I am lost in the stars
far from the place soulless creatures like you call home
you hurt others and still seek hope
I am better off away in space
I've made my own cemetery
on the moon....away from home...
on the moon.... away from home...
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