Gregory Pettigrew (etherial) wrote,
Gregory Pettigrew

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Miss You

"Where are you?" and "I'm so sorry."
I cannot sleep, I cannot dream tonight.
I need somebody, and always
This sick strange darkness
Comes creeping on so haunting every time.
And as I stared, I counted
Webs from all the spiders,
Catching things and eating their insides
Like indecision to call you
and hear your voice of treason.
Will you come home and stop this pain tonight?
Stop this pain tonight?

Don't waste your time on me you're already the voice inside my head.

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