April 24, 2012
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Ghosts walk these halls
Whisper from the walls
Words never said
Find me in my bed
Gaze with eyes
Gone to their demise
Bones rattle
In my nightly battle
To find peace
A fight to never cease
They of course
Have it far worse
With faces never shown
On the voices drone
Each fortune teller’s line
On this palm of mine
Runs red
With blood of the dead
A spot uncleanable by
Soap, bleach and lye
Give the Lord my soul to keep
And wait for sleep

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