The figure lay on the cold marble floor Portraits stared vacantly each was expecting more Nothing had been mastered even from these sacred scrolls And the whisper that had silenced us had been heard so long before Seek repentance now for it is just outside these doors All that you refuse to see is what you're searching for What are you doing there hovering above my stairs? Why is that gun in your hand? You died seven years ago Why do you haunt me, so? Your suicide devastated me Now, here you are again to terrify me I hear your voice flowing faintly through the air Whispering: “It’s time, follow me there” I grab my gun and pull the trigger Not at myself but at your ghostly figure I hear your laughter as your form slowly fades from view “I'll be back again,” you say “Back to collect my dues” Clouds are dark The winds are high Cold voices beckoning me to the other side My heart has grown wearyIt strains and torments me with every beatA flash of a temporary lifefrolicking unaware or unconcernedof the impending stormsBeneath monstrous gray clouds set to explodeWhen will it all be extinguished?Who will be left to remember? Perhaps one day there will come a gentle rain that will awaken us from our slumber Cleansing us of all the slime, filth, grime, dust and decay...