Final Hour

As I gaze at the midnight skies A shimmering light appears. For I know that you see the same From fourth dimensions mirror. Pathway to a star, watching the moon, Tempest of memories. What I feel is real, time will reveal Words unspoken in my mind. My

The 13th each month he appears. I lie in my bed, I can sense him. The ghost from my past brings A wind from the cold well of souls. Lost in the midnight of illusion, An entity's intrusion; Peculiar, undefined. Scarred of these eerie visits, A bestial

[Verse 1] I treat this like my thesis Well-written topic, broken down into pieces I introduce then produce, words so profuse It's abuse how I juice up this beat, like I'm deuce Two people both equal like I'm Gemini, rather Simeon If I Jimmy on this l