I remember dancing frantically in the middle of the night even though I don't have feet anymore
A parasitic feeling, involuntary and enigmatic to my soul
Shaking my skin, my blanket, down to the core
The music keeps playing, moving me like a rag doll
Finding myself unable to grasp my glasses, I question if my hands started to dissipate
I also cannot feel the top of my head. But, I know my hat is up there
The cold winter outside must feel nice, I can tell by looking at the frost on my slate
It must have warm clothes to wear
I woke up one morning feeling a little itch on my back
Down the line, the itch became a pain in the lower end
I tried taking it out, it looks like it's going to crack
Someone must have put pins on my friend
Time passes quickly when you try to find yourself
I start to disappear. My seethrough blood dries
My effigy. It is not on that shelf
I gotta find it before it dies
That girl must have it. The one with the googles and the black skirt
Perhaps I should ask her directly for it. No, that would kill her in a spook
Without ectoplasm, my little me dies and I cannot revert
Who made that thing? And why does the girl have it? Well, I guess it was a fluke
A transfusion of blood between the dead and the living keeps the link to this world
A tabuu that defies any law taught to have been forgotten since I died
The only one of my kind who unintentionally twirled
I gotta help the girl out and, in return, be one once again on the inside
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Memory Fragments
FantasyWARNING: CONTAINS VERY EXPLICIT CONTENT. Sooner or later, we all crumble beneath our fears. It's up to us to recall what makes us human and stand strong against adversity. Memories, shattered and scattered throughout our lives, come to us one by one.
