Singin In My Head

Voices in my head, sing a tune of beauty and somewhat gloom... They sing with passion and grace. Their voices sound like rain drops, pure and true. Oh how I love these voices singin in my head they comfort me from all the dead, all the evil in this place. their singin takes me to another place...some where over the sky, some where were we all go when we die.

by Johnny Toerien

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