ghost night
the fog is low
like a worn rag over the lands
it swallows like a whale
devoures the streets
the city that bleeds
under a blaket of moist
the ghost rule now
this is their home
this cloud of fapour
this grey shadow
this is their land
they walk within this shroud
walking along side us
listening in
working themselfs in
into our lives and thoughts
the demons walk now
they thrive on our feelings
on our fears and thoughts
they are here to get their just deserves
they have come to claim
the ghosts out to haunt
to taunt the living
those who wake up in early morning
may see them leave laughing
shining with energy
we waste away
they're here
they will be
once again
once more
misunderstood
what for ?
sleep well
knowing they wait just outside
looking in through the window
creeping through the cracks of your heart
the door standing a jar
the keyhole which is
empty
for we have lost the key
to understand
mahakala, man, 47 jaar
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