Spirit
My life feels thy spirit
Dreams across the shambles of souls torment
Crisp thy appendages, dry them
Sorrow breaks the dammed
Whilst ethnos keep my broken body ,soul?
Spirit keeper ghostly lair, walking in dusk
Haunting's in ambience, combing my tireless hair
Who rushes to dry my tears?
Come to me they call , chains in alpha male
Americium strands, are coursed in my human veins
Would you know my existence?
I would step over cross the line of insanity to joins his mind
touch of sunlight to feel the bead on my neck again
I shall await feeding time
Never a funeral , just pain
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