It was crumbling around him
Scared Stiff
It catches at the edge The very corner of my eye, before
Sparks
Hocus pocus Bit of smoke
Stillness
Stone cold silence Echoes among the graves Leaving me with chills
Embalmed
Entomb me With an ancient curse
To Bare Witness
A spectral appears in the marsh Without a big- to- do
ARHWOOOO
He had a furry- little- problem But it's okay!
Hidden Desire
Illusion of disarray Distorts the quality
Somber
I refuse to walk On someone else's grave
Imitate
A cruel fate, to die While still breathing
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