Palpable Darkness
by dan ankers
Wicked, Wicked
Laughter, Laughter
Inside my Walls
Behind the Plaster
Whispering, Whispering
(Ominous Chains)
Suffuse the Halls
Inside my Brains
Coming for me.
Coming near.
Those Wailing Whispers
Assail my Ear
And I Cannot Escape the Dread of Night
No I Cannot
and
Its Not Alright
If you ever knew a night like this
revelation known
would be your sweet
Prom kiss
And darkness would become your
Chiming Bell
And Drag your Virgin Likeness
Straight to Hell
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