I have to prowl through the night
No one cares about me
I cannot be seen in the light
And nobody understands me
I love when it's dark and dank
And I can float freely
Where I can make an occasional moan and clank
And where I haunt actively
I have no idea how I came to be here
With powers of a ghost
I only know someone murdered me
And I now have a spirit that flickers like a candle in a lamppost
I am stuck here
By myself I reside
It's more than a little queer
To have life and death denied
I prowl through the night
Looking for something
I won't be seen in the light
A clear path I plan on obtaining
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The Death Poems
PoésiePoems about death, sadness, evil, sin, etc. There may be some poems that have the same theme, but all of them are different and original. Collection 2 is now published, so please check that one out as well.
