«H(a)unting»
- 02.06.22, 00:36
You're haunting me with thousand silhouettes,
You're hunting me with power of your meds,
You're haunting me, you want to make me mad,
You're hunting me, but I'm already dead.
The burning ground gives matter of a choice,
I'm cursed for life to scream without a voice,
Come hurt me more, there's plenty left to rot,
I'm dead inside, but that is all I got.
Love breaks my bones and trets me like fool,
Rippes out my brain and turns me into ghoul,
Now I’m the hunter, beast of the undead,
I crave for flesh, because my own got sad.
The funny thing, you're still inside my heart,
You're haunting me and ripping me apart,
You're hunting me and from the way it looks,
You're still in love with every of my books.
© William van Warg
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