of those who have long since passed
They call out my name, they scream
and drown out every other sound
until they are all I can hear
Their voices have outlasted death
and rise up out of their cold bodies,
out of their former shells
From beyond the graveyards and into my mind
Haunting me, torturing me
I toss and turn, but they won't cease
When I try to sleep, they keep howling
Screaming at me, begging me for help
begging me for peace
And I will get none until they do
They'll make sure of that





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