Everyone has a Price these days so my dear go On and name your price
Ghosted
Never heard from him again Saw the obit A week later
Invisible
No one stares back in the mirror I've finally faded to nothing Am I finally taking up
Keeping Silent
Screams in the night are ignored As people turn away It's no business of mine
Overtaken
I watch as a spectator As my body Goes through the motions
The Hour is Upon Us
It's late at night Almost witching hour And the silence
Rebound
He was supposed to be dead But there he stood with sightless eyes Still in the clothes we buried him in
It was All a Dream
She startled awake And screamed herself hoarse As she rocked in the corner
Jump Scare
Seems a bit Like a horror movie I keep waiting
Pulling the Right Strings
The devil on my shoulder Knows just the right words To cause me to doubt myself
Fragment of a Figment 