What was in my room last night
As a little night light was gone
Was it the glimpse of what was
in the past
or a long thought of love never getting out.
Every night it gets out
of it's gloomy own world
and sits on my bed not knowing it's dead.
I stair at the man who calls him self Sam. He thinks he's alive and i am just dead.
I tell him to go back to his life, of the unforgettable death.
But he thinks the same
for it was his house before i was born.
I tell him he's dead and then he just sites,pertending to be me.
I tell my father and say it's a joke. that the dead in my room are meant for a dream.
My father just laughs and said don't tell of the unone dead and the night of the dark.
I go back to bed and there they are. not two not three but 100 or more. They say they are dead and need to get to rest and all i would say was good night to the dead
