Scriptures Of A Ghost/by:Haunted Lunacy

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No matter the words
 that my lips portray,
My heart screams 
silently, I’m not ok.
Every word from the
 tip of my pen,
is written 
by monsters that
 live deep within.

These pages of verse,
her harrowing mass.
scriptures of a ghost,
that’s lives in the past.

I kneel at the alter,
and offer my soul,
to the shadow that
haunts me, from
so long ago.

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