Sometime the Song Haunts

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Sometime the Song Haunts



Music notes written in my blood
Dripping from my soul
That’s eaten y evil clowns
The voice haunting me

Dripping upon the guitar strings
Playing an evil tune of death
Like rain on a tin roof
Without lovers below it

Souls left to listen to my song
Haunted by the whole of me
The hole ripped into my heart
Blood dripped music

Making it through the night
Living on the rocky cliff
But still my glass is empty
Cries the lyrics of this song

My life is that which is never sung
Not because of a lack of beauty
But a lack of spirit
For it’s the song that haunts.

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Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)

EmberRota’s Poems (16)

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What I See 1
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A Kiss Could Be Deadly 2
Pennies 1
Sometime the Song Haunts 0
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The Rain in My Head 2
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