Lights flicker on and off at the end of the street Walking past the glass building rattles can be heard Tortured souls follow me where I go Hoping to speak with someone they announce through the lights their presence The essence of you lingers on Scents come into the room and stay for a time A light touch to the back of my head I felt and waved you on Even in death your tortured soul seeks to bother me As the lights flicker on and off at the end of the street written by: Derrick A Jasper