Ailments of grey cover these hurtfull limbs A seething anger grows Voiceless come your calls Dead words speak They speak to me at night And sometimes I get frightened Gives no peace They give no peace at night And sometimes I get frightened, Because sometimes they are right I cant seem to rid this burden I bear Ghost of misty mornings, please disappear It sickens and destroys everything Ive built And tears down the walls with anger and guilt Dead words speak They speak to me at night And sometimes I get frightened Gives no peace They give no peace at night And sometimes I get frightened, Because sometimes they are right I cant seem to rid this burden I bear Ghost of misty mornings, please disappear ~Darth Crom
Posted on: Mon, 01 Sep 2014 07:04:50 +0000
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