Tell me another story
Tell me another lie
Tell me that I shouldn’t worry
Don’t give me a reason why
Like a sound before the forest
I slowly fall then quickly drown
The vibrations are the briefest
as I lay here facedown
Muffled by madness,
my anxious endeavors crash aloud
Rings of sadness,
the core of my being enshroud
This chance to tell
words left unsaid
equates the tale
to being dead
Tell me one final story
to quell this dying heart
A tale, twisted and gory,
until the pages fall apart
Tell me I shouldn’t worry
and I’ll not ask the reason why
As the words, through jaded eyes, grow blurry
I will kiss this tome, with beggar’s lips, goodbye
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