Tainted fingers crawl up these walls,
Corrupted minds find their way into my halls,
So sudden, so efficient, so quiet, so quick,
You'd wonder if the whiskey had done the trick,
Yet I know better than you all,
That tainted fingers crawl up these walls.
Dead men that once were idle,
Have been brought back by a dark bridle,
I can't rest my head at night in this place,
There's too much anger, loathing, hate.
Yet I know better than you all,
That tainted fingers crawl up these walls.
My sires have all left me to wash their sins,
On the lonely mountains another day begins,
The wind whistles a sad, sad song,
And I know it isn't long since you've been gone.
Yet I know better than you all,
That tainted fingers crawl up these walls.
Some men tell this old woman to move,
That "your daughter had everything to lose,"
Now she twists and writhes in my dreams,
Scratches her nails down my dress's seams.
So I know better than you all,
That her tainted fingers crawl up my walls.
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Optimistic Pessimism
PoetryA compilation of poetry I've written in order to express myself. They are all very short, only about 100 words each, so please give reading a few a try! :) I also have a book! Link: http://w.tt/21toVyh (It's on my bio! And it's called "Scrape") Al...
