Poem: "As good as ghost"

as good as ghost

by David Alexander Jacob on Friday, 31 August 2012 at 05:18 ·

Here i am..
Sitting alone against a graves, a fan, a d*mn, a laptop, a sh*t, a game, a sin, a plastic, a dust, a dirt..
In the four wall prison..

I'd never call "Jesus" anymore in these past two year..

So ironic isn't it?

I'm started to afraid to put my feet on the floor, afraid to open up the door and move out to take a deep breath..
It's too cold to touch..

I can stand it no more
i can't face it once more
just being empty for sure
and makes me dream about the failure..

Here i am..
A place where i'd find a self, a peace, a flow, a dream, a cry, a rest, a scent, a nap, a melody, a fell..

Doesn't care about the flying vampires, they used to suck my blood through my skin..
Doesn't care about the life, it's just beginning of the dead..

A satisfaction of being lonely..

When the sun goes down, 'till the night is gone..
I will be here, in my heaven..
Starring up your lives with my eyes open wide!!

Are you scared yet?