Posted by Anonymous on 2013/05/05 under Uncategorized I had a talk with Death I had no ticket for this voyage I tried to talk But my eyes were wide open There is no compassion He touched my forehead and the feelings I felt at that moment I walked with him toward the back He gently guided me outside I took a long breath and trembled and never see the sun shines again
aboard the ghost train
sitting amongst the losts
the reaper was aware of it
he asked for explanations
my tongue was twisted
my head was pulsing
a door right to my aching heart
aching from an absent wound
for an illegal citizen of Limbo
as most inhabitants would kill for a life
I saw memories that were not mine
tragic moments for a human’s soul
made me understand a crude truth
my place isn’t here at all.
he opened a door and pointed outside
he stared at me with empathy
floating through the black void
until my vision returned to reality
I hid my weary face in shame
I wanted to stop time