A silent tear…

Tis all, no fears

The dreams awake

The nighttime wanes,

A single ghostly hand breaks, the curtains,

Calling, chilling,

All is silent,

Blood streaked walls

They beckon softly,

As skelotens are all that's left,

Or atleast you think…

But time and time again, recall

The ghostly silent shrieks

Of all those doomed

To relapse into memory's fake dreams.

Note: came to me, as I was sitting here, if you read this, please, please review it helps the days go by. Also, if you like this could you PLEASE read The Devil's Lament's, I put it up two days ago but I still have no hits, ah well…thanks for reading, even if you don't review.