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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