He's stuck, that's what it is. He's in between worlds. You know it happens sometimes that the spirit gets yanked out so fast that the essence still feels it thas work to do here." ~ Oda Mae Brown, Ghosts
As the rain falls down like waves
I pray for the fallen
Their ghosts whisper to me from the trees
Their fingers glide through the wind
Go away
Your broken records do not play
I cannot hear your demons anymore
Stop running your nails over my back
Stop whispering your antics against my neck
I will not join your ranks
I have made peace with the silence
I no longer have to drink you away
I am no longer going to allow you in
I pray you away
Return to hell and let me stay
Do not tug on my hair to pull me away
Beasts no longer reside in my chest
I can no longer hear your hiss, or feel your kiss
I am not a member of your clan
No longer the solider to your plan
You are no longer destiny
You can have my former shell
Fill it up and consume it with your pain
Because I have pulled away from the trees