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