Channeling - Bleeders

A mist like fog in the air that surrounds me

Whispers around that you cannot hear

All that’s done shall be beared

What’s left undone, shall be repaired.

Although I can’t see your face

You’re calling out my name

How long I have waited

And I can’t even see your face

But you’re calling out my name

If it’s really you then tell me

Why do you feel this way

A something or someone from beyond

Telling me my days are up

A mist like fog in the air surrounds

Whispers around that I cannot hear

It’s left undone

And it can’t be repaired.

A day I won’t have to face

as good as dead and burried