❧ no more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone ~ poe wyman

You come out at night
That’s when the energy comes
And the dark side’s light
And the vampires roam
You strut your Rasta wear
And your suicide poem
And a cross from a faith that died
Before Jesus came
You’re building a mystery

You live in a church
Where you sleep with voodoo dolls
And you won’t give up the search
For the ghosts in the halls

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