A Work In Progress.
The black outline of people long gone from reality still haunting my never land..
They still look the same from when the left, they talk to me as if they were never gone..
They still look the same from when the left, they whisper my past to me..
They whisper my past to me, and all my failures.
They will not let me forget all the wrong that I have done.
They will not allow me to forget the path I should have taken..
They draw closer and closer each one whispering a different fai