Empty Husk from Wrong Dream by tunic

Head in the sand
It comes for us
It comes for us all
I was fifteen
When he wrapped his hands
Around my neck
And started to push
I’ve reached that point
I’ve been afraid of
I’ve pushed away
And steered clear of

Fingers dyed with ink

Head shakes
Frustration builds
Guilt lingers
On my breath

Fingers dyed with ink

Blinded by the reflection
They should be my equal
If I was them I would think I was dead
If I was them I would think I was dead

Fingers dyed with ink
Fingers dyed with ink

The crows are there everyday
Digging through the dirt To survive
We use to be for the night
And now we’re all defeated
Begging for scraps

Fingers dyed with ink

This entity is gone
That is an empty husk
I’ve reached that point of it
That I’ve been afraid of

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