I count the corpses in my sleep
And the skeletons that I keep
I listen to the voices that I hear
Their distant echo feels so near
So life like are the hands I feel
I can't help but think this is real
They call to me always calling
Suddenly I fear I'm falling
But these past lives they keep me safe
And they inform me of my fate
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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