24 November 2012
The shadows in the hall Dancing down the walls, The voices in the breeze That bring you to your knees. The stories you are told That shake your very soul, The un-departed dead Are voices in your head.
When objects start to vanish You still try not to panic, The bangs when your alone Your never on your own. The wailing in the wind That brings out all you sins. The un-departed dead are voices in your head.
The Un-Departed Dead • Opuss № I