OMNISCIENT PART-6
I've been sleeping with my ghosts for so long that
I've forgotten they are dead.
They come to me as a sweet soft breeze
That rests inside my bed.
Come, sweet bird, sing your ballad
Filled with notes of soft despair.
Remind me of the dreams I held
Which now are barely there.
Come, old ghosts, and follow me
Aside this gentle breeze.
I've held your hand many a day,
With hopes you'll swiftly leave.
If in my bed still rest the dead,
The past life I so fearfully lead,
I fear my mind will wander back
Into the insomniac's dream.
And here I lay you down to rest,
And here I hope you'll stay.
I've been sleeping with my ghosts for so long that
I've started to decay.
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