When They Awaken Poem by chantel mcdonald

late at night
in the early summer breeze
for whereever you go
your bones will surley freeze
eat away at your soul
as the dead start to walk
whispering of times
when ghosts began to talk
of loving the dead
and hating the light.
for each ghost that remains
with no ears or way of sight
to know they were my life
the life that was given and taken
so now i shall wait alone
for those lost souls to awaken.
to sing and dance
woth lonmging and dusty souls
and light from your love
that opens up forsaken holes
to drag you down
for the joy of death
as pain is soon forgotten
just like the ways of meth
to feel their scabby heart
as they and i
shallnever part.