The hands of a ghost surround my existence
Slowly twisting, twirling like vines
Around my life, suffocating it, holding it under
The surface of the light, making me suffer
Hiding in the darkness, it comes out only when
I am all alone, but it echoes in my head when
The room is full of people, laughing talking
Their laughing hurts my ears that don't know
The sound of my own laughter that isn't forced
On the face a person who doesn't remember how to smile
On the body that exists only because it is forced to
My soul has become dark and so far away
That I am afraid that my heart and my mind
Will soon just close off of the world forever
And I will live like a zombie, day after day
Living a meaningless existence as an insignificant being
The road is pitch black and I stumble and fall
But there is no one there to help me back up
I want to just lay there and slowly let my life fade
But something forces me to keep going, to keep living
Could it be the force and love of a man they called "God"?
Or is that just something that my heart wishes to be true?
To be wanted and to be loved like all the other people
I search and search to find a light in this pitch black world
But there is nothing, there never will be anything
And the hands of the ghosts will intertwine into me
Until I am finally able to join them. . .
