Emily Moon
Closer Than They Appear

I’m haunted by worst case scenarios
terrified by thoughts in the inky dark
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with a chorus singing heigh ho the derry-o
a gnarled hand turns over the wicked cards
I’m haunted by worst case scenarios

for my own desideratario
my demons practice their ancient arts
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I feel it’s all so arbitrario
like being outed by a telltale heart
I’m haunted by worst case scenarios

with music in reverbery stereo
starring a ghoul playing a ghost guitar
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headed toward hell or purgatario
sliding backwards in a descending arc
I’m haunted by worst case scenarios
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