It was the day i realized that the dead could see me.
They screamed and moaned, shouting the names of the people they left behind.
It wasn't the screams that haunted me,
it wasn't the tears that saddened me.

Their eyes...hollow and no longer longing for the accomplishments that they hoped to achieve in life .
The grimly appearance as seen, wore no life, no light.
These made my heart gallop like a frightened horse in a winter storm.
but that was not the only thing that scared me.

..it was the thought as i looked into their eyes, cold and melancholy. Since i could see them, and stare into their lifeless mimicked vesicles was i too apart of the same ending...death?

Am i dead as well?