Hounds of doom,
Have left us in disrepair,
Shaking and scared.
Fearful, without a promise,
Of a cleansing ritual.
Is it really my body that moves me?
I know it’s my breath coming out of me,
But if that’s really you I see when I see you,
Why do I feel as if I’m caught up in limbo?
While I'm lucid let me say,
That I'm afraid for whatever reasons.
Waking up again in a fit to black birds circling my bed.
I’m always thinking of everything that can go wrong,
Vicious shadows are stalking me down long halls,
I can’t move,
But I try to get through to you.
I’ll fight the rituals,
Salt of the sober,
By they vile or chemical,
Dead ring of clovers,
I can’t prove,
That I ever gave up,
What I gave into.
Why am I drawn to that which harms me?
And why do I hurt those who I love,
Don’t tell me we’re inherently evil.
In this city of wolves you are the lamb,
Holding onto old promises.
Waiting for a knock on the door.
You don’t want to hear it but,
There’s something about your light.
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