Dead Fiction - Ouija

Talking to myself
I'm not lonely
It'll only last a bit
A character will soon arise
I'll speak with it
In the dead of night 'cause
I need to get through to this dimension
An intervention
Changing intentions
But you will find me
In anxiety
Holding questions
Eventually
Asking why,
But I don't really wanna know
Asking why,
But I can hardly even look
I feel you in this room
All eyes on me
Here to appease all these
Dreams and all these fragile desires
But then
you move my hand as to tell, spell out, with divination, unexplainable hell.
A condition imposed on me
Nefariously,
Asking why,
But I don't really wanna know
Asking why,
But I can hardly even look
The seance is
Repeating
Changing me
Tainting me

Written by:
Brayten Stack

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