I awoke to look in the eyes of a ghost
pale blue, washed with sorrow, and morose.
The mirror hides nothing of me from myself
it shows a lost broken shell, a walker from hell
broken synonyms and requiems playing
listen to thunder and and what the ghosts are saying
I am the shiver you get down your spine
when you hear me creeping in the depths of the night
So here my friends they all play along
thinking its easy to escape life's damned song
but its in my eyes and it stamped upon my heart
no one is ever who they say they are
broken synonyms and requiems playing
listen to thunder and what the ghosts are saying
I am the shiver you get down your spine
When you hear me creeping in the depths of the night
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welcome to allpoetry
I really enjoyed this poem, third stanza is just well done!
thanks for sharing this with us here and for joining the site.
cheers
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