24 November 2012
I love the dead.
I understand them.
I understand the feeling of being left alone,
Alone in the dark.
Trapped, with no escape.
Left there to rot.
Left there to be eaten.
Eaten by the monsters,
The monsters inside.. Of us that is.
Yet the ones who feel no pain,
tend to ask a bunch of questions.
Rhetorical questions like "what's wrong with you"
But instead of going all out on my opinion,
I smile and reply with a "nothing" along with a smile.
Then whisper to only my reach, "I'm just a ghost."
Living Ghosts • Opuss № I