Breaking,

the pulse of a steady beat;
pleading for sanity.
The voices calling out my name.
Now, I'm afraid that
I'm waking up he ghost,
Not digging up the memories 
that were dead to me.

Dead to me.

-- 10 years- Waking up the Ghost --

Delsin doodle? It's from yesterday. I dunno, I sped through this. It was a vent shoosh shoosh pap.

Delsin belongs to me :>