I’ve got a chill down my spine

And a feeling that isn’t mine

I hear the whispers all around me

I just want to flee

Maybe it’s not superstition

But I still have some suspicion

The dust is as disturbed as I

Staring dry- eyed, although I wish to cry

Ghosts haunt my every step

They drag me deeper into this tangled web

-Kel Dayheart

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