Your stare is now
Sending a surge down my spine
And beginning to
Render me motionless
You were gone
Many minutes, more hours and greater days ago

In the dead garden you frolic,
Atop the  pale white horse
Looking nothing but a corpse dressed in gown

A devil in a sunday hat
you sneak into our lives
Advancing behind our eyes
Sitting straight framed in our minds

You don't hear our shouts
Staring blankly as we pout
You left this world early
And it was your fault entirely
Your dead eyes show you've given up living
But that doesn't mean that your haunt our dreams daily