The ones who do not notice me
Feel hopeless with regret
And even though they bring me down
I sense they are no threat
Lately they've been whispering
Much louder than before
But I discovered long ago
Their talk I should ignore
Many ghosts I cannot see
But feel upon my skin
As if they're searching for a way
To burrow deep within
And slumber is an opening
To terrorize my dreams
For they know that silence can’t
Deny their haunted screams
Yet regardless where I live
It seems I'm always found
By the dead who somehow know
I hear their every sound.