"I am the spirit of the dead,"
They talk through me
Death,*
Whispers,
Clearly,
The living must walk the halls
Life* is the wrong
All must
"Sing the song of silent breath"
Essence of warmth is a sacrilege,
All must be cold in
Stillness,
Serenity,
Tranquillity
Will not be found, all must release themselves
From the torture of life
"Only death is eternal"
I have taken many,
"I am telling you this,"
There is a
Beginning
&
End
You will sleep in persistent peace
Like the rest,
So many immortal in
The halls, each have a place,
"Do"
"Not"
"Worry"
"The missing are never to be found"
Prey with relief, when I release your burden
"I Am The Spirit Of The Dead"
Life is fleeting the only comfort is in death
Invisible like the spirit never known or seen,
You don't even realise I'm out there, culling the herd.
The spirit speaks through me, all life ends cold.
The best serial killers are the ones you never know are even out there
