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written by: Eoghan Lyng
I drove out the ghostlands,
As the guns went off in my chest,
Crossed the nightmare threshold,
Seeking out my wilderness.
Spectred drums in my forehead,
Carried a cleave in memory passed,
Yelling insides out at the sun,
Sleeping inside the nuns covenant.
I reached a hand to touch you,
An angel beige beside my heart,
Thinking any place is nowhere left to,
Patterned glimmers chastised art.
Wake up in the morning, kissed at the sun,
A triggerless stamp in the wilderness,
Pills expulsion yelling insides making,
The sounds of the muscular ridiculous.
Wide open roads carry corpses,
Fusion in confusion, in someone else's bed,
Bathing ghosts in clever symmetry,
And into your arms instead.