Broken souls are creeping, lingering
behing my bedpost tonight.
Wailing, screaming is their language
and I don't know if they're yours or mine.
Dreadful ghosts they keep on haunting
my rotten dreams - I can't escape.
Their haunt is so defeating
because they're truly lost in time.
Clock keeps on ticking these unforgotten hours
and I feel like I could lose my mind.
Not everything that's truly broken
can be fully fixed and I wonder why
these poor, poor souls, which are haunted
are corrupting thin dreams of mine.
We are similar, broken pieces after all.
And sleepless also are my nights.
maanantai, 29. maaliskuu 2021
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