The boy who saw dead people!

(This poem is about a boy who can see dead people every-time he shut his eyes)

make them go,
I can see the dead,
when I shut my eyes,
forever I will fear,
the dead people are near



I can see the dead,
with blood round their mouth ,
and heads chopped,
and stabbings of knifes,
they whisper my name,
they wont leave me


I’m all alone, i feel dead,
my heart is rushing like crazy,
all i can hear is silence,
silence and nothing else,


I can smell the blood,
as if it fresh ,
and as if i can taste it,
in my mouth,
the blood flesh,


I can feel I’m not alone,
but i am,
I try not to blink,
but when i sleep,
they try and kill me,
So i have to wake,

I don’t know why they want me,
I’m just a normal boy,
all they do is haunt me,
like a broken toy,
I feel i am going to die,
I can feel it when i cry,

I’m always alone,
but not quite,
because the dead,
are inside of me
you wouldn’t believe the sight,
I have no life
I have no family
all i have is the dead,
the dead i see inside me,
dead people all around,
death is all i see,

then one night i fell asleep ,
the dead i saw,

Then they took me,

  And in the morning,
I didn’t wake,
I was one of them,
and now i join,
to haunt again.