Ghosts of the Night
Ghostly pale,
Stricken by floating identities
Pulled away from reality
Sprawled across the bloody floor
The deadly dagger in hand
Hopes of living, faded
Figures of light circle me
Whispering dreaded details
Vaguely explaining their presence
Neptunish eyes
A blinding flash
An echoing chill
Weakness encases me
Draining my sweet syrup
Emptying my crimson contents
Freedom awaits me
Greeted with open arms
Away from the nightmare
Stricken by floating identities
Pulled away from reality
Sprawled across the bloody floor
The deadly dagger in hand
Hopes of living, faded
Figures of light circle me
Whispering dreaded details
Vaguely explaining their presence
Neptunish eyes
A blinding flash
An echoing chill
Weakness encases me
Draining my sweet syrup
Emptying my crimson contents
Freedom awaits me
Greeted with open arms
Away from the nightmare
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