The needle went to far
The needle went to deep
No more secrets that she could keep
Broken thoughts won’t give her wings
The pit is gaping down between her legs
To drown all beasts, and to start the feast,
Dance of the dead, smell of decay,
Roaming free, yet trapped inside a nightmare
Your nightmares reach into my dreams
No will can trap what one can feel,
Lying there, in your hospital bed,
Dreaming of past mistakes, wishing to be dead
Your end won’t reach you,
The deeds of death, forever meant
To haunt your thoughts
And on your cross, your name
…shall fade
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