Movement through time, they have no home or place, remembering only regrets, depression fills their face.
Wishing only for peace, souls that yearn for rest, scaring only the living, putting our nerves to the test.
They always gather together, they talk all hours of the night, voices that vibrate in my head, the beckoning of the dead.
I wish they would go away, I just can't sleep at night, disturbing this human's rest, just doesn't seem right.
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