Walking through
gardens that I dont
remember
I'm passing through
hallways I dont
understand
Haunting a house that
I've lived in for ages
My thousand yard stare
going straight through
my hands
Just watch my limbs
grow clear
I'm becoming what I
fear
In a year or two they'll
tell tales of my
presence
Pair of red eyes a chill
so unpleasant
These days I feel like a
face in the mist
Trying to show the
world I still exist...
~AUH :)
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