The Ghouls

There’s a growing distance that keeps haunting me
And it pulls out my energy
Blacken the ceilings and the wall around me
Blocks the light away from my sight
Oh, how I fall, and fall to the ground
And sink down, so down under…

I try to grasp back my sanity
My faith, my soul,
Afraid that they would forsake me,
The ghoul I have become.

With every last breath I possess
Grabbing those pictures from my sinking mind
Of those my fellow ghouls
Who have fallen before I do
But had resurrected somehow
The mourning lady
The boy with his pen in the barn
The bereaved lover who died young
Oh, do remind me.
Of you.