A gift or a curse
I see things that aren’t there
The face that fades
Into the air
Marks that run up the wall
The wailing call, that won’t erase
The echo in my ears
I have already lived through all my fears
Everyday harder and harder
Can’t look to scared of what I will see
Can’t close my eyes to many demons
Inside me
Ghosts take over my thoughts
Pictures burned into my eyes
Soon I will die
And join
The existence
I once could hear
And face that one last fear……

 
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