Ghost Town

It all fell down

Now I'm left in this ghost town 

That I used to call good memories

In all the sadness I drown

Being pulled out by delicate hands of bone

By an entity unknown

Who sits on a throne of death

Whispering sweet words

Telling you you’re all alone

Lulling you in

Resistance is thin

And once in he’ll grin

You’ll realise your trapped with death

He’s waiting for you to take your last breath

But until then he’ll wait in the depths of your mind

Somewhere youll never be able to find

And there he’ll wait 

His hands of bone playing you like a marionette

His touch seeping into every crack of your defenses

Messing with your senses

Leaving you open to his manipulation

Leading you towards your annihilation

But you’ll see it as your liberation