Literature
The Haunted
Look to the lost…
The bewildered and strange
Look towards those who look away
Look to ones
without the gallant faces
Look to those who vanish
Without traces
Seek out ones
Who have no interest in you
Run with the haunted
the fearless and crazed
Seek them out now
Or on any given day
For we are always around
and we ain't going away
Love me or hate me
or whatever you please
I'm sorry to say
it makes no difference to me
Still, I'll say a few things
until I must leave
I didn't choose to write
It chose me
It's like a sickness
a deadly disease
but it's all I know
it's what I breathe
I'm not trying to preach
I don't even care what I say
The words are like pills
they help make the world
go away.
