Middle of a thunderstorm
Life in a middle of a thunderstorm
Vultures sour
Getting their panoramic view
Expressionless faces groping in the dark
Haunting my dreams as my heart screams
Hammering against my rib cage
Transparent visible people all about
Dissolved voices ceased to let me hear
Walking around in a trance like sleep
Condescending smiles from expressionless faces
Malicious actions
Coming from a hideous spirit
Malignant souls shrouded in the past
Mixed with happiness
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