Thursday, April 16, 2015


I feel them crawling inside of my head
Hear the footsteps and clawing of the dead
Aching for release from their baleful cries
Trying to channel through me their last goodbyes
Confessing their sins a lifetime too late
Crying for freedom from their inner hate
Asking me to give them some absolution
Like I'm the savior in my mental institution 
They beg for forgiveness I can't give
Beg for me to allow their good deeds to live
I tell them time and again it's not in my control 
I'm barely the guardian of my own immortal soul
I can't help these phantoms to ease their pain
They don't understand that I'm barely sane
I'm precariously balanced and fumbling
Shuffling the halls in my mind and mumbling

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