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Specters in the Dark (Audio)

A cry, a soundless wail in the distance
Calls, seeking relief, redress
Images, memories emerge, awaken
Wanting to enter
Wraith at the horizon, the boundary of vision
Treads, leaving no prints except those familiar pathways in my soul
I grieve the dead
I mourn the now cold life that was
Ought is now not and haunts me still
But what have I do to with specters in the dark
Except, breathless, trembling I turn
Knowing the wraith is me
Weeping alone there in the shadows



The Intention of the I AM (Audio)

(Just reblogged this one a few days ago. Go have a listen!)