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...