In the Midst of Mist

The ever present presence of what we can't make out. Reassures the mind that there just cannot be a doubt. A world beyond the concious realm exist's and alway's will. But talking to the other side is just brain cells that you kill. So take a nap and don't wake up and join the living dead. Believing in an after life is not just in your head. Where can we turn to understand the many shades of thought? When battle's with the evil demons, we never even fought. The gates of hell and prison door's release sooner or later. But next time you should take the stairs and not the elevator. For ghost's can fly upon a wing where angel's fear to tread. And foolish pact's with so few fact's can just leave you for dead. For the Angel of the Odd contest