GhostWriter

Suffercation

The world is moving, moving without me.

Bringing me to my knees. I feel it coming

close to me and I can\'t stop it I can\'t breath.

Kicking and screaming but I just can\'t 

break it. So I become motionless, the 

blackness suffercates me. The stares, the

whispers but I keep walking. I almost 

want to die. But then everything turns 

white please don\'t let it fade please never fade.