A silent tear…
Tis all, no fears
The dreams awake
The nighttime wanes,
A single ghostly hand breaks, the curtains,
All is silent,
Blood streaked walls
They beckon softly,
As skelotens are all that's left,
Or atleast you think…
But time and time again, recall
The ghostly silent shrieks
Of all those doomed
To relapse into memory's fake dreams.
Note: came to me, as I was sitting here, if you read this, please, please review it helps the days go by. Also, if you like this could you PLEASE read The Devil's Lament's, I put it up two days ago but I still have no hits, ah well…thanks for reading, even if you don't review.