The dead's eyes watching
The feeling of them staring
The whispers they give me
Started low now are blaring

The fearful alluring feeling
That makes you stare at the dark sky
Alone and kneeling

Why is it questions I only hear?
With out answers anywhere near?
They expect me to find
Every answer within every mind

Images seen in the corner of my eye
Unable to be seen when I try
To focus and stare closely, at the world around
Seeing nothing but the empty darkness and
Hearing The smallest sound

The only way of knowing im not alone
Is a cold chill and the feeling of there stare
Down to the bone
Are the only things that let you know
That their there

 
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