The Ghosts of my past.

January 22nd, 2009-Though I Am Gone

Weep not for me;

Though I am gone.

My body’s still.

My journey’s been long.

I’m tired of fighting.

I’m ready to dream.

This isn’t a nightmare;

So quiet your scream.

Dry your eyes now,

So that you can see;

I’ve released all the pain;

So weep not for me.