She whispered to him Don't worry little one I will stand with you
Paralyzing
Like a deer in headlights I never seem to move On when it is clear I should if I don't Want to be hurt -Kel Dayheart
A Tired Sadness
I seem to have no energy As I laze about and whine
Embalmed
Entomb me With an ancient curse
Dirt Nap
Dirt in my eyes, my lungs Blinds and chokes me in equal measure
Leash Free
Rattle the chains Unleash your rage
Rotten at the Core
Rotten inside You're always found out
Watch Out for Fangs
Nightmarescape you cannot escape By waking as monsters
Untethered
Your ghost is in the wind Finally untethered from me
Blackout #132
The ancient oak tree was ablaze. He loved the tree more than me.
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