I had a dream
that I survived
they thought I was dead
but
I keep coming back....
I'm a ghost
and I laugh
as I watch as their minds crack

I am fractured
emotionally broken
ignored in life's jail
the stench of a lifetime
fills my cell
where I dwell in hell
and they know....
that's why
they are so surprised
when they see my ghost

I watch them as they bruise
and ******* the pilgrims
  everyday
their eyes are cold
and they smile as they inflict pain,
no healthy survival for the forsaken
as we dance in depression in a daze.

I've become a creature with no features
with revenge on my breath with wounds that never heal
they never expected a ghost
would manifest
from their hatred

I see them as they shake in fear
the pain is to hard to bare
they stumble round
deep in sorrow
their minds break
cause they just can't take
my haunting as left them hollow