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.