Revelations
In the dead of the night, he waited
Like death and fog, he crept
Into the dreams of little children
Dozing off, dreaming of days to come soon
He whispered in their ears
Released spiders in their hair
Kissed them all with poison
In the hopes that they would join him
As those inky black kisses
Sunk beneath their foreheads
They rose up, unattached
Floating and wailing
Screaming and crying
The children at the orphanage wept
Now they all were dead!
All but one, small little boy
He was spared
But no one knows why
He woke up with everyone walking through him
Not even a ghost, and he couldn’t pick anything up
The children would talk amongst each other, but not to he
It was like they couldn’t see him
But he knew that they could
For he could see them!
They spoke of him like he was not around
But there he was! Trying to make a sound!
He shouted and cried
Finally a lightbulb flickered
But they all just said:
“It needs a new fixture”
Then one day
As he settled down, and watched other kids play
He saw a man, walk up next to him
The man held out his pale, white hand
The little boy looked at him and said
“They are all dead, but they do not see me”
The man sadly smiled as the boy took his hand
“Therein lies the sad truth, see
The only ones who are dead
Are you and me”.