Tonight I was visited
By three ghosts, not yet dead...
Their words appeared
Upon a pixel wall...
Before I questioned,
Like a constant questing king
And maybe tomorrow I'll question again...
But for today
Like a hardworking man in his sleep
I am content and I rest happy
The strange things they said to me,
Like "Thanks for being a good friend"
And "I wouldn't have survived without you"
And more than that, simpler things
Like "I know man ur a true friend"
These things meant so much
I felt as though I were in a nightmare,
Until the spoke to me and I awakened into a dream
They made me ask... they made me think... they made me happy.
God damn, is this what I am?
It's a pretty damn good thing to be.