Observing you everytime,
Reading your minds,
Breathing your air.
They try to communicate,
But fear doesn't allow.
They see what they want to see.
Frustrated,they can't manipulate.
They roam with the living,
Restless and helpless.
In search of salvation,
They've lost the art of living.
You cannot trust shadows.
They seem free.
Resizing on its own,
Unfathomable peculiarity in the photos.
Loneliness is like a sin.
The sinner has no peace.
Obsessed with phobias.
Suicide, the only way to be serene.
Half memories of a horror flick
Creeps in with the walls closing in.
There is someone behind you,
Listening to every mouse-click.
Disturbing visions.
Being chased.
Free falling.
Death rains.
Their desires?
Unfinished business?
Eternity or Rebirth?
Ghosts-myth or REALITY?
