Maybe if I hold my breath, the floating broken souls will take me in as one of their own. I am not so different. Alive, but not living. Just barely existing. Drifting through the city, among the living, trying hard to fit in.
But, rest in peace is not for me. I would rather rest in poison. Haunting your every move, as you go through life. A whisper in your ear, just when you think everything is going right. A gentle caress that wakes you in the night. You'll stare in the mirror, asking yourself, if you've lost your mind. Feeling your stomach drop, only to see me in the reflection, standing behind.
I do not need to hold my breath though, I know I still float around in your head. Everyday without me, is a reminder that I exist. Haunting all your thoughts, without lying six feet deep.