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04

Aug

Sing me to sleep in the voice that calls the lost
lead me to the gallows by the hand
I am choking on the ashes of these bridges never crossed
Sing one last lullaby, love, for the damned

Follow me down these hollow, haunted halls
of doorways that will never send us home
I have passed like a shadow through these ever-closing walls
lonely but not alone- no, not alone

Leave me to lie on this empty bed I’ve made
bind me by the liberties I take
I will find no softened sanctum here to dissipate the day
The worst things that I’ve dreamed, I’ve dreamed awake

Sing me to sleep in the voice that splits the skies
let the night consume what it demands
I have dwelt too long in darkness, though I’ve yet to close my eyes
Sing one last lullaby, love, for the damned

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  12. thesmithyofmysoul said: “The worst things that I’ve dreamed, I’ve dreamed awake” haunted and haunting in equal measure. beautiful.

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