The pattern of the tune
As vivid as I can remember
Were like the spots of the moon
Reflecting while I slumber
In my sleep I clutched my hair
Crying for it to go away
It wasn't really there
But I didn't sleep anyway
The sound of piano echoing in the walls
Gave me a slight chill
Like the one in Dracula's halls
I listened to it still
I slowly found myself relaxed
Was it done?
But this was not the facts
I just could barely run
It dragged me in like a murderer
Devouring my sense of hearing
The tune sounded so much better
When I couldn't hear anything
It was like a ghost movie
Playing in my head
If you don't believe me
Your already dead
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Enticing Poetry
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