spirits

The sky darkens.

To fit the mood.

Lightning brightens the sky.

Thunder rolls across the horizon.

Rain falls down upon every inch of existence.

I sit alone by the window sill.

Losing myself in the atmosphere.

That is when the spirits appear.

Haunting me.

Plaguing me.

They play a simple game with me.

How much can he take?

They never leave.

I cannot rest.

What can I do?

When my mind is put to the test.

All I want is solitude.

But, that is something I will never attain I dread.

When the spirits of the living wont go.

And I am nothing but a spirit of the dead.