For Those Who Die

For those who die there’s no goodbye.

Something is calling my name before I place my face in a pillow while saying goodnight.
When I open my eyes I’m back in my sweet, sweet wonderland.
Haunt my dream and I’ll bring the razor with me.
Let’s see who will win and who will lose
My dream, my rules.
My hideous self is disgusting and fake.
It’s something that should be hidden away.
I’m nothing but a ghost.
I adapt and play along the rules.
I change and then I lose.
I’m just my hideous self.
I’m the ghost who knows the game.


© Kester Muiredac/Val Vladicvik (Same person, different name)

Do no copy, edit or claim as yours.

This is a piece I wrote around 5 years ago.


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