The Shadows are Speaking

You think I’m crazy

because you don’t hear them

you’ve never made friends with your ghosts.

It’s amazing what you can see

once you’ve burned down bridges

you’ll open up closets to befriend your bones.

And when those takers try to drawl blood

bleed you dry for their sacrifice

so they can feel like the victim

after burning in effigy

the shadows are all you’ll see

and you learn when they speak, you should listen.

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