dancing with the demons in our minds
a/n: for c/p
the song of skeletons
imprisoned in the ground
i still hear it
blowing through the air
in the arms
of the dying sun
/
i hear whispers
i hear shouts
singing can calm them no longer
they tell me,
"don't you remember?"
as if i
will ever
forget
/
everyone i've killed
is a skeleton now
their being peeled away
they are just a shell
they are withered and gone
but i
can feel them
(it's almost as if
they are right
here)
/
bones
all i see
all i hear
all i feel
bones
and the song of skeletons
long, long gone
imprisoned in the ground
i took their lives
they have claimed mine
-end-
(i'll let you decide who this is...)
