Ghost Sounds from Whitechapel Nights by Booze Radly

Shattered sounds upon my windowsill
Tell me that its my time to leave
Broken glass inside my head
Is all I have to wish that you were dead
Wish that you were dead too

To wish that you were dead too
All my friends are dead too
And now I, can really see you
For what you were to me
And what we meant to all of them

And I am alone tonight
But we are home
I can hear your voice in the walls
Of my mother’s home
Screaming out for pleasant dreams
From her aching bones
As if you didn’t know me
Anymore

It was the last I ever saw you
You walked away with your friends dog
You caught me hiding in the bathroom
Of an empty mental hospital
Where we could

Speak alone
And we heard each other’s voices
Ringing out inside our heads
I thought that I knew
That I knew
I could never see your face again
Because we were already dead

I can feel your knife
As its cutting up my side
Taking out my organs now
So you can feel alright
And you’ll hang your dirty laundry
So you can save the time
On pointless conversations
Where you forget your lines

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