whispers

I can here him speaking.
Trying to find me,
trying to trap me.
Trap my thoughts and memorys.
He whispers in my ear,
saying that i'm empty,
i linger like pitty.
Walking on the bones,
of people before me.
My destiny follows me,
is this were i'm ment to be.
Can he help me over come sanitiy,
or will i die like my best firends
did to me,speaking of tragdeys it comforts me.
I like it here, 7 feet under, and the smell of
decay over me.
Finally my bones are free.