Listening to what these leeches have to say
about nightmares in the middle of the day
all drained of blood as parasites show love
some ghost I found like to dance
one holds my soul in her hands
have you ever been kissed by the damned
touch me and you’ll know who I am
reaching up like a zombie escaping a grave
hell hath be raised, well before I was born
all torn apart
this darkened heart
rips it’s last beat
come back to feed
looking for those that bleed
indeed
I concede
and so give over to these enemies
my last breath
and forever shall I be held speechless
and dance with the Ghost that loves me
and listen to these leeches
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