My dear friend, are you well?
I know it's been so long and the days never seem to fade
But I can't seem to feel as though you fell
Into an utter abyss that I've made
Are you aware of the nightmares
The heavy dreams that haunt this wary head
It's nothing like flamboyant carnival fairs
In this kaleidoscope of a bed
My dear friend, I must ask again, are you well?
Because these spiders in my head crawl and squirm
Like as if they've been dumped in a box with a ringing bell.
Perhaps it would be better to just confirm.
Confirm the fear of death
The fear of constant struggle and regret
The fear drawing of one last breath
The fear of fulfilling the unforgivable death
My dear friend, are you well?
You seem pale at the sound of my nightmares
Or perhaps the idea that you have as soul to sell
A soul that can not be retrieved by your heirs
This contract you've made with the devil
Shall be something honored 'til the unquestionable forever
And perhaps when your soul is retrieved there will be a revel
For will, you return to this Earth? Never.
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