Suffering Dead

Tormented by the things i see since childhood they're been with me surrounding, engulfing, haunting me

All that i can see is a thousand eyes staring back at me people and things i've never met their pain and suffering i can not forget
An endless cycle new faces appear others fade away in total despair never alone there's always someone there no peace to my self no thought to my self every emotion witnessed by the ghosts, spirits entitys whatever they are they come and go but never left alone

Others stick around and haunt me try to speak to me in a language i don't really understand

What they're saying i wish i knew for torture has become of this, this, this gift or curse which has become part of me

From birth til death do us part if only i could understand their gibberish belch could it be our distant future or some untold lore or better yet some dreaded curse lying in wait for me until it strikes

Their expressions so vivid it's had to recognise their emotions except their pain, their endless pain
I can not forget nor understand
Tormented during sleep victimised by say, slowly turning impressions forever to haunt myself they encourage me, to do their will push me and taunt me rest they deny

Overtired from lack of sleep they don't give up, they don't give up
Constant so constant this torture haunts me if only i could understand