CAMELOT FANTASIES

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CASTRATED TIME

Running thru trees, within my mind.
Castrating them, thru time.
Minimizing, the cells within despair.
Hollows out to be, thoughts in repair.
I hear, the voices speak.
When the trees, start to breath.
Whispers, that cause deep fear.
The loneliness, that causes despair.
Creating a deep mist, within the air.
Thru the whispers, ov the trees.
How the souls, they possess ov me.
My mind runs thru the trees, lonely without me.