Spirits
First I feel their cold dark eyes
My body tingles from their stare
I hear sounds when no ones around
For some reason, I attract spirits here
They visit me well into the night
Sometimes, they even haunt my dreams
Although they don’t speak, they stare right at me
Perhaps lost, or stuck in between
Sometimes, my senses begin to go crazy
When I look, they’ve disappeared
I’m completely aware that something was there
The experience is cold, calm, and weird
It could be somebody I know
Or it could even be a demon from hell
Watching over me and waiting to see
Can I handle life’s pain, or kill my self
The spirits dance slow under the moon
With expressionless faces, and darkened eyes
Watching me live, so eager to give
My freshly freed spirit to the afterlife
They’re attracted to me for my ability to feel
Everyone else is just numb and blind
Somehow I can sense their ghostly presence
My pain and depression make me easy to find
So I sit alone, late at night with my pen
As lightning sizzles across the sky
I can ignore the sounds when no ones around
But I can’t ignore feeling their cold, dark eyes
D.R.L.
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