A cross left vacated, and frozen in time,
Its amazing what things we leave so far behined.
i am a prisoner to my own self distructive mind,
i have no remaining empathy, for a nation numb and blind.
so take whatever pill that will make well,
and fear your nature will land you in hell.
pray so many people will see,
that you are.special, and better then me.
Its a shame that you have fallen into the crack,
by judging us people who are shouded in black.
its a curse, what i see in my head,
its a curse to be able to converse with the dead.
yet still i wonder, is there anyine truly like me?
anyone else who shares a different reality.
im so tired of hiding, tiredof being kind,
i am tired of reading all of your mind.
my life feels like a slow ride in a hearse,
and this so called gift is a curse.
so here in the shadows i continue to hide,
and talk to the people who have already died