Dead Feelings

When I go through the mist
I see ghosts passing by
And like the dark clouds
Their tears tell me a lie.

Some of them never lived,
Some of them never die
And many spend the night
Looking into the sky.

Do they want to be stars
Wandering sad and lone
Right into the Abyss
From where they've come?

O dear ghosts of my heart,
To overcome this pain
I must rise from the tomb
And never dream again!