The spirits of which I speak <br />Those images I see <br />Are not the ghosts of death <br />But of reality <br /> <br />These vampires of the heart <br />And werewolves of the mind <br />Don't rise from out the tomb <br />Sure death is not unkind <br /> <br />These haunt the Earth by daylight <br />Feeding upon their fear <br />They're terrified of living <br />Limbo is their sphere <br /> <br />The forms they hold are human <br />Warm blood they drink still lives <br />Eating out the souls <br />Of all save negatives <br /> <br />But who can rid us of them? <br />And how long can we fight? <br />When spirits can't be killed <br />Unless they're of the night <br /> <br />© 1981 JVD<br /><br />Jane Van Doe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/limbo/
