Whispers of Wretched Skulls

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In my Garden, of Wretched Skulls Lays a tale for you, or so I’m told An ancient proverb, on an ancient scroll That details the ways, your soul is sold In happens in a way, you wouldn’t think twice Not a desolate time, on a dreary night Sometimes the transaction occurs in the light A pathway lit, with little red flares Staring you down, burning your hairs Singeing what skin is left down there Absorbing the sunshine, and melting within Taking what was, changing what is Rewriting the paths, rearranging the markers Teaching you pointers, giving you starters Bleaching the past, paint over the colors “These are the new ones They’ll do you wonders” Foundational rot, starts from inside Once you’ve ran out of buildings And corners to hide The rot tracked you down But failing to cry And That’s just one But there’s so many more You’ll always find another, When you peek through the door On the other side, I try to keep score But I’m down a thousand, And can’t track anymore Ponder on the skulls Before they go sour Ponder each one Treat it as a flower Grow it and nurture Otherwise it’ll die, And it’s another in the tower I like to think that one of them succeeds But I think that’s just another plot Drawing up the deed Wretched skulls lie, on the floor in wait Wretched Skulls cry, as another suffers their fate