Freakazoid Skeleton…

Above the mist we rise.
Where darkest eyes are wet.
We strike with our surprise.
The things we have yet met.
The mist comes lurking out.
It seems to always fade.
Our faces full of doubt.
Without the sun’s bright shade.
We’ve conjured age.
Like timeless freaks.
We’ll turn on rage.
And run the streets.
We’ve gone to bed.
With smiles and feet.
The days unsaid.
Will be discreet.
Above the mist we’ll see.
Where we once rose.
It’s time our ship sailed free.
Like the mist that flows.
The mist is freaking out
We all just fade away.
What was this all about.
Another sun filled day.

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