As I look all around, I see things you do not see,
how can that be?
Listening carefully I strain to hear that creak once more,
a microphone is needed if you cannot hear that moan.
Overblown by the next sound, a groan, what next?
a rattling chain? A swinging pendulum?
Nevermore will I fear any sight, or sound, man or
beast, pit or grave.
E**xclusively unique, privileged to be alone yet surrounded,
by those that still exist, exist in memories, hearts, sounds and smell, no,that mist was more than just a vapour, just look closer