Voices Of The Dead

 

The mystical rhythm comes on
My heart skips a bit
A voice of an angel creeps

My pulse reads slow,
A Thousand memories flow: down my eyes.

I remember my lost;
It never had to end just yet;
Please- kill the voice, it’s dragging the dead out the coffin;

Bringing back memories of past time;
voice of the dead reaching out,
Calling from the depth of Night.

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