I meant every word of it but this feels like a different thing. I’m not sure what’s coming yet but I’ll face it.
I’ll turn away and leave these ends if all the means don’t warrant it. I’m not sure whose voice this is but I’ll face it.
A holy ghost or just my own? There’s no way to silence it. There’s nowhere to hide.
I brace myself as steps approach, to eat the flesh and leave the bones. I’m scared but I will only know if I face it, so I’ll face it.
A holy ghost or just my own? There’s no way to silence it. There’s nowhere to hide.
So I’ll face it.
All the thoughts that haunt us most are nothing or a holy ghost, but there’s nowhere to hide.
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