The feeling inside me
Has gone and defied me
I cannot feel the pain
I feel the desire
The need will conspire
I have nothing to gain
There is nothing to say
So get out of my way
I am going insane
They will flee at the sight
The taste of my delight
The bullet hits my brain
The want or the need
I can't help but feed
I am the only one they need to maim
There's nothing to save
The lives that they crave
No one should ever learn my name
I know I'm too late
I can feel their hate
I can certainly feel my shame
The people they cry
The fall and they die
I have only myself to blame
The spirits that haunt
Their desires and want
The worst that exists of all
The bells of doom chime
The enemy is time
Of which my release they call
Memories referred
The voices I have heard
They enjoy watching me crawl
The horror of death
I have felt my last breath
They laugh and watch as I fall
In death it seems I rot
My tired soul they shot
Their faces grim and gaunt
My soul been taken well
Spread through corners of hell
Just give them what they want
The deeds done forever
Stained on those whichever
Those crying non-chalant
The shadows up above
The chiming bell which of
These ravaged streets I haunt.
~bhscorch
"The Haunting" by bhscorch is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.
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