Sitting, waiting for that person to come.
They nenver show, never are seen again.
Wondering are you the one responsible.
Thinking no that it just seemed to happen the same night.
They are all dead, but you see them.
Right there right in front of you.
Talking to you, and saying sorry.
Thinking do they know they are dead.
Should I tell them that they are.
Should I hide the truth.
No they deserve to know the truth.
One should never be left out of anything.
For that might just cause them their life.
Which life is so fragile, and weak.
I must tell them, but I am afraid.
I have to so they will leave, or rest.
Yes I must, and can tell them.
They are dead.
Never to be again.
They are just ghost.
Their lives have come to an end.
They need to leave this place.
What if they want revenge.
What if they kill.
I will stop them.
Those that are dead are so dangerous.
They are ghost, but they are powerful.
They are dead, and now gone..............
Forever.
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