Time for the party
Every piece is in place
I can sit and relax
No reason to race

I wait for my guests to arrive
Wondering who will be first
I sit in my recliner
Thinking the worse

No one was coming
The house has been empty for a very long time
I’m stuck here in another dimension, nothing is fine

I must be dead
Do they see my ghost?
Can I use another body for a host?

Why am I still here?
There are cobwebs abound
No other spirits
Have come around

What happened to me?
What made me die?
I don’t remember
But I want to cry

It must have been bad
For my soul not to rest
I’ll be waiting a long time
For that first guest