
Awakened from a soothing sleep
unable to recapture peace.
A wind of cold, breeze of dread
delivered me -unto -the dead -
Whisper, whisper, whisperings
-chant- chant- chanting-
We are your darkest dreams
We are your silent screams
We are -lies- scorched inside
the incense that you burn;
Hate, Revenge, and Death.
To-night our wicked child
Oct. 31st, deem deem
unto us; those you dream
-damned-and-deserved-
Breathless, panting, struggling
What the -fuck-do you want from me?
AWAKE ME FROM THIS DREAM!
Soothing is temptation,
luscious and consuming
Memories -faces- brutally- appear.
A-ris-ing dawn is mourning.
Telephone is Alarm-ing
and for the life, and death of me
I cannot -move-stuck-
nor dare to answer it.
Trembling in my soul;
Oh God What Have I done.
I have -willfully-
pledged my soul
my home
to live -and die- amongst-
the-damned and-deserved-
I beg of you;
Do not close thine eyes
nor dare to dream on
hells night October 31st.
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