1:59 AM - I have no skeletons in my closet, just zombies.
I can feel so painfully out of touch when I am haunting my own house
And all these people may be dead to me
But I still see their corpses rotting on my bedroom floor
What scares me the most are the still twitching bodies in the armour
Comprised entirely of people I miss
Bulging against the wood grain and repeating my name
I have no skeletons in my closet, just zombies.
I save the bones for the dresser drawers I never open.
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